[His expression tightens a little, and he fights the urge to step back. Dear GOD, let honesty be the best policy with this man. Honesty is all Ben has.]

I-I have never passed the curse on to anyone.

I did... h-have to hurt someone to, to save my, my little sister. He was... was trying to strangle her. I-- I was in the right place at the right time, with... wi-with the only weapons I could use.

I... didn't pass on the curse because he... he didn't survive.

[Ben clenches his fists and meets Geralt's eyes. His voice is quiet, but does not waver.]

I chose to do that. Nothing made that decision for me. I could help someone I love, and so... I did. It's all I ever seek to do.

[He wants to avert his gaze, he knows he's being rude, but something in him won't let him back down this time. Maybe he's realized the position he's in, or maybe it's the blood he thinks he's tasting in his mouth.

Then again, if Geralt wanted to punish him for the murder, Ben could raise no argument against it. He's been waiting for the axe to fall for a month now.]