"You're not going to hurt anyone," Krem said. He needed that conviction. He needed to be that conviction.
But a thought passed through him, a terrifying one, of what Bull must have become in the aftermath of losing the Chargers. The Bull that the Inquisitor had made in that sacrifice was not the one that Dorian had known, not exactly. But Krem had seen bits of that Bull before, had seen it in his eyes during missions that were vital to the Ben-Hassrath and not just contracts taken out by the Chargers.
Krem saw that look in his dreams, Bull bloodied and menacing, huge, and the two of them surrounded by the bodies of the Tribune and his men as Krem had tried to pull himself together.
He reached out and grabbed Bull's horn gently, grounding them both.
"Fairly sure not going mad is the preferable option here," he whispered. "Have you tried what I said? Writing to home? It helps me a lot."
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But a thought passed through him, a terrifying one, of what Bull must have become in the aftermath of losing the Chargers. The Bull that the Inquisitor had made in that sacrifice was not the one that Dorian had known, not exactly. But Krem had seen bits of that Bull before, had seen it in his eyes during missions that were vital to the Ben-Hassrath and not just contracts taken out by the Chargers.
Krem saw that look in his dreams, Bull bloodied and menacing, huge, and the two of them surrounded by the bodies of the Tribune and his men as Krem had tried to pull himself together.
He reached out and grabbed Bull's horn gently, grounding them both.
"Fairly sure not going mad is the preferable option here," he whispered. "Have you tried what I said? Writing to home? It helps me a lot."