Doubt is the path one walks to reach faith

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The Bull found himself standing outside of Krem's apartment building, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. He wore one, along with other layers, mostly because it was expected, and Dorian at least had refused to be seen in public with him if he didn't dress fully. That was fine; it was cold anyway, and even if he had been able to endure it during winters in Orlais and Ferelden, having a coat was nice.

He stood there for a long time, debating going in or going home. He didn't even know if Krem was home, hadn't thought to call ahead or text him. It could be that he was with one of his lovers. Well, if that was the case, he'd just leave. He headed inside, glad Krem wasn't up several flights of stairs. When he got to the familiar door he knocked, then stepped back. His frame filled most doorways, he found people didn't appreciate that when they opened the door.

When the door did open, he looked up. "Can we talk?"

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"Thank you." He leaned down to lightly butt his head against Krem's. It was a dark thought, but it made him feel better to know that the two people he trusted most here would be the ones to put him down if it came to it. For their sake, he hoped not. He knew what it was like to kill people he'd cared for. "Feint on the left, go low. I won't see you."

He knew that Krem knew that, even if he never acknowledged it out loud. He'd seen first hand the injuries Bull had taken to that side since losing the eye: his leg, two missing fingertips, a dozen other scars.

"Tal-Va-fucking-shoth." He huffed and shook his head. "Gatt would shit himself."