[Somehow, the understatement of it makes him laugh a little, a bitter little chuckle.

And yet... Now it's out there, released into the air of the Station even if no one lse is listening. And at least one person, it seems, won't judge.]

A bit more than infectious; probably past even 'malignant.' The end result of most Starscourge infection is daemons - twisted and rabid creatures of the night, always supernatural, usually highly dangerous. It's a death sentence either way, but many choose to take merciful action against the infected before it progresses far enough that they'll become daemons. There have only ever been two powers capable of removing the infection - the healing power of the Oracle... And Ardyn.

[Scarf, he needs his scarf - it appears very suddenly around his neck from the Armiger as he turns to start drying his hands, dark blue on his bare skin.]

The power the gods gave Ardyn... was not to heal the infection, the way we were led to believe. He simply took it. He healed... Thousands of people, taking their infections into himself, becoming the worst among daemons and yet still wearing a human skin.

[There, hands dry one some towel that won't be ruined by the stain.]

The last person he healed... was me.