[Carlisle halts in his work, picking at the bandages on his arm immediately, uncontrollably - it's a nervous reaction, but a sharp one he fails to suppress.]

People have become monsters plenty of times. [He doesn't mean that quite literally, but he continues regardless, resuming his work.] And the undead have graced the city streets more than once. Individuals have been brought through the door, and the gods have sent the hordes after us. As you said, 'who knows' with their so-called 'events.'