The judgment in Geralt's voice didn't make Bull flinch. He shrugged one heavy shoulder.
"Under the Qun, every one and every thing has a purpose. Know a thing's name, know it's purpose. Our society works because everyone does their jobs. But sometimes it's not that easy. Nothing ever is. The Ben-Hassrath have ways of guiding people back to the path. And if they can't." He shrugged. Bull had never made excuses for his people and he wasn't about to start now.
"Seheron was a sack of cats. The recommended tour of duty was two years and even then the burn out level was high. I was there for eight. And there came a day when I woke up and I couldn't think of a single damn reason to keep doing my job. So I turned myself in. I wanted them to fix me."
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"Under the Qun, every one and every thing has a purpose. Know a thing's name, know it's purpose. Our society works because everyone does their jobs. But sometimes it's not that easy. Nothing ever is. The Ben-Hassrath have ways of guiding people back to the path. And if they can't." He shrugged. Bull had never made excuses for his people and he wasn't about to start now.
"Seheron was a sack of cats. The recommended tour of duty was two years and even then the burn out level was high. I was there for eight. And there came a day when I woke up and I couldn't think of a single damn reason to keep doing my job. So I turned myself in. I wanted them to fix me."