It was out before Bull could stop it, and he suspected now that he couldn't have stopped it even if he wanted to. But he hadn't meant to say it like that; he hadn't meant to lob it like an accusation. But Dorian's persistence and his current inability to curb the truth felt like being cornered.
The Iron Bull looked down, like an apology. His voice grew quiet again, gentle. "You killed me, Dorian. You gave me these scars. That is why I didn't want to talk about them, or the memories that came with them."
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Date: 2018-06-03 02:49 am (UTC)It was out before Bull could stop it, and he suspected now that he couldn't have stopped it even if he wanted to. But he hadn't meant to say it like that; he hadn't meant to lob it like an accusation. But Dorian's persistence and his current inability to curb the truth felt like being cornered.
The Iron Bull looked down, like an apology. His voice grew quiet again, gentle. "You killed me, Dorian. You gave me these scars. That is why I didn't want to talk about them, or the memories that came with them."