Degas frowns lightly, his fingers fidget before being brought back under his usual control.

"All men can be beasts, this is true." A flash of Merrick's final resting place greets the preacher as he blinks. Then it's gone. "I can't promise everyone will be accepting despite this fact. But Mortanne brought you here, that much we can all trust. That eventually you, and the others, will find a way to lift our curse."

He draws a long breath, sighing it back out through his nose. "Is this something you wish to keep to yourself still?"