[Carlisle notices how Qubit steps away, perceptive enough to realize why. His reaction was untempered last time they were out here, more colored by the bitterness and anger characteristic of Revenants; however, he's had time to work on it, to think, to talk to those who knew him elsewhere, who cared about him. He has found some grounding, however unsteady it may be in a place like Anchor.

He pulls in a breath, trying to manage his nerves. It's easier when he's not being accused of being undead - he's acknowledging a truth he's slowly learning to accept as his reality. He's been working on that, too.]

I'm not like them. All that I told you before is true, Mister Qubit. I can show you when we return to Anchor, but- but I should not be capable of raising such abominations. I should be even less capable of controlling the living. And the fact I can apparently do both is... unsettling. Uncomfortable. Horrible, really.

[And tells him a lot about what happened to Bear Den. He's not sure he's ready to face that just yet.]