"Yeah. I'm sure they're going to hang off your arms and legs and stop you from leaving, if you got it in your head to."

Bull's arms drop. Taas might not be able to tell tone of voice, but the look Bull levies at him says everything it needs to. He's not here to argue with him. But he's also not planning on ignoring the problem and hoping it doesn't bite them in the ass, later.

"You don't want to leave. I get it. You want to live outside the Qun, make your own choices? Own it. Don't put this on them."