"Don't let me hurt anyone, Krem. Kill me if that's what it takes." He trusted Krem to do it right; by now Krem knew his weaknesses, particularly on the left. He didn't guard as well, as evidenced by the injuries sustained there after losing his the eye. "You know I won't stop."

Krem and Dorian had both seen him in the heat of battle; not only was it catharsis but Bull relished the violence it allowed him. There was a reason he had long been considered for the army, until his tamassran realized he was too smart for his own good.

"I don't like thinking about where this could go," he admitted. "Either I go mad, as I've always been told I would. Or... I don't. I'm not sure which is worse."