He'd hurt Dorian. He could have killed him and he hadn't even realized he was doing it. He wasn't in his right mind.
Bull wasn't sure what was going on, but it was bad, and he feared madness more than anything in the world. He had been over the edge of it before and he could not go back. This time it wouldn't be a nest of Tal Vashoth: it would be people he knew and cared for. He couldn't let that happen.
So he found himself in the woods. Some part of him argued that he should go home, but what if he slept? What if he dreamed like that again? What if he didn't stop this time?
No, maybe this was better for a while, even if Dorian was certain the lyrium might have caused it and had gotten rid of it. Bull wasn't sure he could take that chance.
The scent of wood smoke caught his attention. He ended up following it and he lingered outside the light of it, his good eye reflecting it as he looked at the camp site on the other side.
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Bull wasn't sure what was going on, but it was bad, and he feared madness more than anything in the world. He had been over the edge of it before and he could not go back. This time it wouldn't be a nest of Tal Vashoth: it would be people he knew and cared for. He couldn't let that happen.
So he found himself in the woods. Some part of him argued that he should go home, but what if he slept? What if he dreamed like that again? What if he didn't stop this time?
No, maybe this was better for a while, even if Dorian was certain the lyrium might have caused it and had gotten rid of it. Bull wasn't sure he could take that chance.
The scent of wood smoke caught his attention. He ended up following it and he lingered outside the light of it, his good eye reflecting it as he looked at the camp site on the other side.
"Geralt?"