[Poor McCoy unintentionally needles him even more. His spine straightens at being further doubted and having a particularly sore spot poked at.]
I don't, [he says shortly.] I was discharged for it. I serve in another way now. [Which is true, and Miles loves being Lord Auditor, but it's not the military and he knows it. He ignores the sting of failure and shame that lingers from the epic string of mistakes he'd made to get himself discharged.]
I induce seizures with a device given to me by my doctors, under controlled conditions, deliberately. It drastically reduces unplanned episodes, but it's not foolproof. I don't carry lethal weapons any longer and I don't pilot anything, as a safeguard.
[The glint in his eyes dares McCoy to doubt his effectiveness within those constraints. Suddenly, it's extremely believable that Miles is a high ranking officer; he has the jut of his chin and the flat, unimpressed look down perfectly. He radiates sheer, unflagging confidence in himself.]
Re: action;
I don't, [he says shortly.] I was discharged for it. I serve in another way now. [Which is true, and Miles loves being Lord Auditor, but it's not the military and he knows it. He ignores the sting of failure and shame that lingers from the epic string of mistakes he'd made to get himself discharged.]
I induce seizures with a device given to me by my doctors, under controlled conditions, deliberately. It drastically reduces unplanned episodes, but it's not foolproof. I don't carry lethal weapons any longer and I don't pilot anything, as a safeguard.
[The glint in his eyes dares McCoy to doubt his effectiveness within those constraints. Suddenly, it's extremely believable that Miles is a high ranking officer; he has the jut of his chin and the flat, unimpressed look down perfectly. He radiates sheer, unflagging confidence in himself.]