[ While he can understand Jusis comes from a place of concern, it doesn't help ease the disappointment that he would inflict on the other with his answers.

It is what it is. A web of half-truths and concealments that he's woven to protect those around him from the truth of what he's become. Even if he's better at reducing the risk, it'll still be present nevertheless. If only there was a way he could end himself; his curse would not let him die even if he put a blade to his own neck. ]

There isn't much that can be done for me other than some rest, which I'm glad that we can at least have in this cell. It'll pass.

[ Because the only way he could will this pain away is to assert his dominance over that which seeks to consume him, albeit temporarily. ]

I appreciate your concern... I really do. And I'm sorry that I can't give a satisfactory answer. My illness is beyond the capability of this world. It won't kill me, I can promise you this.

[ Instead, it curses him to live. ]