That Dorian thought that he was somehow at fault broke something in him. Bull shook his head.
"No, Dorian. You weren't an Abomination. You were defending the Inquisitor."
Bull reached for Dorian when he saw that slight sway; he didn't want him to fall, wouldn't let him. The truth was there; Bull had laid it bare and even if he could stop now, he wouldn't. Dorian deserved to know the rest of it now. But the truth filled Bull - as he was now - with an abiding shame.
"I was not - and never became - Tal-Vasoth in this history I remember, Dorian. You killed me because... you had to."
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Date: 2018-06-03 04:55 am (UTC)"No, Dorian. You weren't an Abomination. You were defending the Inquisitor."
Bull reached for Dorian when he saw that slight sway; he didn't want him to fall, wouldn't let him. The truth was there; Bull had laid it bare and even if he could stop now, he wouldn't. Dorian deserved to know the rest of it now. But the truth filled Bull - as he was now - with an abiding shame.
"I was not - and never became - Tal-Vasoth in this history I remember, Dorian. You killed me because... you had to."