"Being Tal-Vashoth means you would've still been alive," he said quietly, staring at the mug he had in his hands now. "In Thedas, it would mean losing... everything else. I'd never be able to go back to Par Vollen, would never see the people I knew, my tama... any of them."

They would see him as a disappointment, as someone that betrayed the Qun and all of them. But he was cut off from all of them anyway, here in Darrow. The thought of becoming Tal-Vashoth terrified some part of him, because there was a deeper worry there. Bull knew what he was under the Qun. He knew who he was. And he knew what he could be without it.

"There's no Ben-Hassrath here to fix me again," he said quietly.