"The Iron Bull was - is? - a-- a cover. A fiction."
Krem was making good points; Bull knew he was being deliberately obtuse. It was easier than the alternative. He sighed and sank back on Krem's couch.
"I was toeing the line of Tal-Vashoth for a long time... but I told myself it was different. Playing a part. Faithfully sending letters. Hissrad was real, the Iron Bull wasn't." He frowned at his mug, turning it in his hands. "Losing the Chargers - you - almost broke me. Again."
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Date: 2016-12-23 06:16 am (UTC)Krem was making good points; Bull knew he was being deliberately obtuse. It was easier than the alternative. He sighed and sank back on Krem's couch.
"I was toeing the line of Tal-Vashoth for a long time... but I told myself it was different. Playing a part. Faithfully sending letters. Hissrad was real, the Iron Bull wasn't." He frowned at his mug, turning it in his hands. "Losing the Chargers - you - almost broke me. Again."