He knows. Like a flicker in the back of the mind, the corner of the eye, the threat of losing control is always there, flirting around the edges. When they lose themselves to that madness, there's little that can pull them back.
It almost always ends in blood. That animal rage is part of them, inherent. It's why they need the Qun to hold them in check...though it sounds as though it hadn't done him much good even when he was a part of it, if his Sten was encouraging it.
Bull studies him for a moment, silent. Then, without much inflection in his voice...
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He knows. Like a flicker in the back of the mind, the corner of the eye, the threat of losing control is always there, flirting around the edges. When they lose themselves to that madness, there's little that can pull them back.
It almost always ends in blood. That animal rage is part of them, inherent. It's why they need the Qun to hold them in check...though it sounds as though it hadn't done him much good even when he was a part of it, if his Sten was encouraging it.
Bull studies him for a moment, silent. Then, without much inflection in his voice...
"Seheron."