Unlike the defectors that Hiritus was likely describing, Gallus had never lived a day in his life without his beast spirit. The thought of having that integral part of him get torn out and show up missing whenever he found it was dizzying. He could only imagine the experience being similar to Dar-tzesa's when she lost her arm.

Gallus answered before he could get too lost in his thoughts. "I think I'll go without a cure, thank you," he said quickly. "You probably hear that being a lycan is a horrid experience, but...so is adulthood. You get used to it."

For a moment, Gallus glanced at the ground in front of him. This 'culling' was likely what he most needed to know about. If he couldn't get an answer here, then he might have to hold off on killing Hiritus until he could. That might mean going all the way and becoming a double-agent.

"You say 'granted immunity.' It is as if what you are describing is a disease." Gallus broached, "Is that what this 'culling' is, or is there simply a grand plan to march out and kill as many lycans as possible with silver spears?"