"Aren't you just," he huffed, but he couldn't quite make himself laugh. He followed after Dorian, feeling-- feeling lost.

He lingered like a shadow, too big and too aware of himself as Dorian got dressed and ready to go.

"You too."

Bull hated being left behind, but he couldn't be close to that stuff right now. HE couldn't stand the sick singing of it in his head. How the hell had he survived the Emprise?