Bull looked over at Geralt, wondering if the witcher really did understand. So few humans seemed to grasp the idea, or so few seemed willing to.

"I understood my place in the world and it felt right. Doubt shattered that. I couldn't live like that. I didn't want to. More than that... I went mad. Went into the jungle, risked the lives of the men that followed me, and slaughered every Tal Vashoth in sight. By the time they found me with back up, I was surrounded by bodies and blood. I needed them to fix me or to kill me."

Bull sighed and took a longer drink from his jug. He should slow down. It would hit him eventually.

"Feeling that now."