Bull pulled Dorian closer to him; he leaned down to touch their foreheads together, like he could soothe the mage's racing thoughts.

"The Inquisitor chose to sacrifice the Chargers for the sake of an alliance with my people... It was unheard of for the Triumvirate to reach out to any human organization. It made sense. It was for the greater good of the Inquisition, and the greater benefit to the Qunari. But after they died--"

He frowned and smoothed his hand down Dorian's back, attempting to offer comfort. "All my life only made sense if the Qun came first. I had no where else to turn. You and I-- we were still trading barbs back then."

He took a breath and let it go slowly as he lifted his head again, so he could meet Dorian's gaze. "Things are different here. I am different here."