"'At the time'?" the Bull asks, leaning over to nudge Dorian's arm with a little grin that fades as his voice goes thoughtful. "I think I kind of follow, though. No control over the most important parts of your life so you went for the biggest, most uncontrollable thing you could think of, shaped that to your will instead. As spiralling goes, people have done a lot worse."

Put that way it does make sense, in a very Dorian kind of way. Grow up in Tevinter where mages don't get warned off that kind of stuff so they don't know to be wary of it, take a guy who doesn't know how to think small and put a pen around him that he doesn't think he has a way out of-

"Shoving fade crap into dead bodies almost sounds like a healthy coping mechanism, when you put it that way," he says, his little grin coming back, finishing his thought out loud mostly to see what Dorian will do with it.