He thought of writing to his Tama and he thought of how disappointed she would be if she ever heard he had gone Tal-Vashoth. The Chargers might be good, but he wasn't sure what to say to any of them, except maybe apologies.

A faint smirk tugged his mouth. "Good. You wrote the most useless reports, Aclassi," he teased gently. It felt good to have Krem in his corner again; he'd missed this in his first weeks in Darrow.

Bull ran his thumb over the top of the mug. "I don't know who I am without the Qun. I didn't have to think about it that hard. I was Hissrad and my duties to the Qun came first." Saying it made something in him hurt. That was the mindset that made it feel impossible to speak up to save the Chargers.