"I haven't wanted to speak of it, to anyone. Not even you. Especially not you."

It was out before Bull could stop it, and he looked almost perplexed by the sudden confession. Those were feelings he'd been holding close to the chest since November, since Dorian told him that dreams shouldn't rightly leave scars.

Bull rubbed his hand over his head in quiet frustration, but found himself speaking again.

"It is my burden, no one else's."