"What is?" Bull grumbled, but Dorian was asking a question again and he glared at the mage for pressing at all. The thought that there might be some kind of spell on him was unsettling enough, and now he was felling compelled to answer.
Not just to answer, but to do so without his usual, careful hedging.
"Years after the defeat of Corypheus. Everything from the moment I left Thedas and appeared here to--" Bull tried to cut himself off, tried to swallow the words but they would not be stopped. "To my death."
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Date: 2018-05-31 01:01 am (UTC)Not just to answer, but to do so without his usual, careful hedging.
"Years after the defeat of Corypheus. Everything from the moment I left Thedas and appeared here to--" Bull tried to cut himself off, tried to swallow the words but they would not be stopped. "To my death."