Date: 2017-09-20 09:15 pm (UTC)
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Too many times. Too many times, Dorian had felt the same cold, infinitely sad fury. Toward his father, toward Alexius, toward The Iron Bull. What was it that made him this way? What made him care for men who would only hurt him?

Hissrad raised his sword. Dorian focused on him with a terrible singleness of mind.

It had to be done. Iron Bull was a dead man, either way. If he survived this, then the Inquisition did not. If he were to give up his conviction at the last moment, he would never survive the Qun's retribution. Perhaps he could steal a few weeks, a few months at most in constant flight as the Qun hunted him down and anyone he came into contact with to make an example of him.

No, Dorian was already looking at a corpse.

"Kadan." He spat the word like venom. He threw a wall of ice between his path and the chaos of the rest of the room and jolted forward to meet Iron Bull.

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