Demons did whatever the fuck they wanted to, Dorian wanted to say, but didn't. He threw his hands in the air a Bull's pleading one. What was he supposed to do if Bull made getting the truth out easy as getting blood from a stone?

"I love you Bull, and respectfully, that is horseshite. If those years are so dangerous, or so much that we can never talk about them, then why are we here? Why not just ... move on? What could have happened so endlessly horrifying that my heart can't bloody take it?"