Caiden said nothing as everyone he'd just saved swooped down upon him to drop their opinions.
First Hallvard - then Agethar, whose words carried considerable weight, at least to Caiden. "Yer not alone. Remember th' Code? Venators never hunt alone. As long as I'm here, I'll fight by yer side." He then glared at Sigmar and said, "An' if ye think that ye can take 'im on, then ye'll have tae go through me as well. I don't know if he is possessed, or is a 'alf demon, but he's me freind, and that's good enough fer me."
Voros remained silent, though he did glance at Agethar, a significant look of gratitude in his eye. True, it only lasted about a second, and there was nothing else to go on about his reaction, but it was there.
Nefer, however, took a step closer to Sigmar, against the possibility that things did devolve into violence. "That might be good enough for you, but some of us can ill afford to be so blind in our faith," she replied to Agethar, a touch snidely. She then turned back to Caiden: "You said your 'curse' was different. Different how?—and please do be specific" she said coldly. The fingers of her right hand twitched slightly as she repressed the instinct to summon her magic... and Caiden noticed.
The Venator met her gaze but did not respond before Agethar retorted, "I'm not so blind as to judge a person's actions 'afore they make 'em. Or else I'd 'ave jumped tae conclusions on ye, or the giants, or the Beast-folk fer that matter."
"Thank you, Agethar," Caiden said.
It was good Agethar had spoken, for another moment passed before Caiden said anything more. Standing this close to him, Agethar felt sure he'd heard the faintest sound of a low, terrible growl reverberating deep in Caiden's chest, but he clearly was trying to subdue it - particularly since, to look at him, it would be impossible to tell he was even angry.
"I just risked my life for yours," Caiden replied, his voice controlled and calm as ever - but a bit lower and gruffer than usual, which was the only indication of emotion... except for a gleam in his eye that told he could sympathize with their situation, and that perhaps bothered him most.
"You're making poorly veiled threats. I've been in the Edge doing this for weeks. I don't need to tell you my damn life story."
Voros allowed a pause to make his point before he went on, "I already said I don't know what it is. I was cursed years ago. I started mutating. I took potions to suppress it, my friends in the Venatori, Templars, and the Inquisition tried to find ways to help me. No one could. While we were hunting dark mages, it got worse."
Caiden's eye lost focus for a moment, as he clearly second-guessed himself about saying all of this. However, he said, "I... changed. We... found a way to control it, to a degree. I still change sometimes without wanting to. But I haven't fully lost control. Even when I change, I'm myself. I use it to help victims of the Chaos races. People like all of you.
"This curse was tailored for me by an old enemy. This is personal."
The Venator furrowed his brow. This was far more than he usually talked, and he wasn't comfortable with it at all.
So he finished tersely, "I haven't hurt anyone. Still, I didn't want to take the risk. So until I find a cure or a way to fully control when I change, I'm out here."