Trahearne is quiet for a moment, his lips pressed together in distaste. It'd be difficult to argue the point, and he wasn't so sure that he wanted to. Having so many people you could trust in was an admirable trait, when it wasn't taken to extremes.

"I wasn't suggesting that you should become paranoid. I have... simply never seen a case where someone's force of will was strong enough to drive back that manner of curse." Perhaps he hadn't seen it in undead, but there's a thread of a similarity in his thoughts to something that's starting to nag at his mind. It's making Trahearne look even more uncomfortable than before.

"I don't know what else you want to hear from me. I'm sorry, Leo, but I can't simply take your word for it. That's not going to put my mind at ease."