Dorian let Bull catch him. They both needed that, didn't they? That touch. His eyes felt hot and his legs felt weak, but he leaned against the broad grey shape beside him.
"Bull," he said, the word dropping from his mouth heavily, an over-ripe fruit.
"I can't even imagine -- that's not your fault, it's not possibly. The Inquisition, the engine was too big, moving forward too fast. If you never left the Qun, it was only a matter of time. We all secretly knew it, didn't we?"
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Date: 2018-06-05 10:44 pm (UTC)"Bull," he said, the word dropping from his mouth heavily, an over-ripe fruit.
"I can't even imagine -- that's not your fault, it's not possibly. The Inquisition, the engine was too big, moving forward too fast. If you never left the Qun, it was only a matter of time. We all secretly knew it, didn't we?"