Sven was taken back when he realized what dante said was true, maybe they just didn't hear her. As sven sat down next to the man he remembered a time he had done something like this, a friend of his sent him a message about his wear abouts and when the gang had gotten there the man was rittled, he looked destroyed and all around terrible, his corpse brittle with maggots and flys swarming and scurrying forest critters, the smell kept with him the most. He could deal with the body but the smell, like a swamp but worse or the eyes, what was left of them, they seemed so lifeless he could tell the man was more than just dead. He learned of his demon shortly after. "think she'll 
be as nasty as that? maybe you'll use your abilities now. I'm famished can't you just realize it's a mutual gain" the scratchy voice in his head responded. Sven clenched his fist. " I am ganna give whoever did this one right in the kisser" he mumbled "without disease"