[The Iron Bull is a weapon of mass destruction incapable of concern, untouched by remorse, and that's exactly what he needs to be right now. It's a facade that makes cleaving down men who were pitted against him down easier, even if their deaths still stung.
No one needed to know that. He wasn't going to maim Leilani, though. She'd been a friend and her body deserved better than having its head caved in with a lead pipe. At over seven feet, It didn't take Bull more than four strides to bring him up behind the Hero of Ferelden, and he recognized her hesitation for what it was.]
Give me your sword. It won't stop coming.
[It. That's what was important, here. Remember that isn't Leilani. It's a thing, and it wants to eat you. It needs to be stopped before it kills more people.
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No one needed to know that. He wasn't going to maim Leilani, though. She'd been a friend and her body deserved better than having its head caved in with a lead pipe. At over seven feet, It didn't take Bull more than four strides to bring him up behind the Hero of Ferelden, and he recognized her hesitation for what it was.]
Give me your sword. It won't stop coming.
[It. That's what was important, here. Remember that isn't Leilani. It's a thing, and it wants to eat you. It needs to be stopped before it kills more people.
It.]