"I don't know if it was being afraid of dying as much as it was being afraid of losing control. If I was going mad, I'd be a danger to everyone, not just bandits and enemy soldiers."

Bull shrugged his heavy shoulders. Losing control had always been more terrifying than dying. He knew what he had in him.

He looked at Geralt and a faint smile tugged his mouth. "You'd probably do well under the Qun. Too smart to be Beresaad, but the tamasrans would figure out what you were suited for. Maybe spying, maybe just farming or some craft."

But he knew if they got Geralt as an adult they wouldn't be able or willing to ignore his useful history.