He'd hurt Dorian badly enough that Dorian needed to heal himself before he could talk. How far had he been from completely crushing his windpipe?

Bull stayed silent, watching and worried until Dorian's voice croaked out. It didn't bring any relief but at least he knew the mage would recover. Physically. He ached to touch him, to crush Dorian close.

How often had he taken damage just to protect him?

He looked down, trying to muster some kind of argument. But all he could say was, "What are you going to do, Dorian? I could tell you how the Ben-Hassrath takes away memory... but I don't think that's what you're offering."

Even if it was what he wanted. He was broken. Someone needed to fix him, or kill him. The Qun demands it.