[The apology takes Carlisle by surprise, his own look at first defensive, as though waiting for another barb to deny; however, he's met with compassion, and his expression softens. There's still irritation in his brow -- deserved, as he didn't appreciate Qubit's argument or the feelings of conflict that arose in him because of it -- but there is discomfort, too. Guilt as his eyes hit the floor. He doesn't like to discuss his affliction, but he'd rather do that than have Qubit jump to conclusions -- no matter how true said conclusions may ultimately be.]

I am twice-cursed.

[He paws idly at his chest; the radiation suit and his many layers beneath make it hard to feel the holy talisman of his order hanging around his neck, but he knows it's there.]

It is a condition that exists in my world, but- but maybe not in others. It... is complicated to explain, and better saved for safer venues.

[Ones that don't have zombies prowling around them. Speaking of the undead, the one on the floor has definitely calmed down within the last minute or so, no longer struggling against the shelves. At the moment, it lies perfectly still, as though resting.]