"You didn't have to think about a lot of things too hard," Krem said, but gently. There was no judgement in his voice, but some speculation. He watched Bull quietly for a moment, seeming to test his words over and over a few times, until he'd settled on some combination that made the most sense to him, and the point he was trying to get across.

"I used to wonder," he said, "why you were so easily accepting of me as a man, when you first found--met me, the way we met. You told the Inquisitor it was because the Qun had a word for people like me. But that was years after."

Krem looked into the middle distance, fitting himself comfortably into the corner of his couch. "I used to wonder if you'd think the same way, if you'd met a tailor's son instead of a defecting soldier."