Hunter shakes his head, curling a little tighter into the ball he's becoming, just his eyes peeking over his folded arms. "Bad is bad." He never really considered what everyone else was going through in the Coven, and he's not sure what he would have - or could have - done if he had. Hell, he didn't even realize that so much of what he knew and grew up with was wrong until he got out.

He sees Raine cover their sigil and makes sure his own is turned inward and hidden. He sits quietly for a moment, taking in what Raine has said and trying to find comfort in the words. It's...a struggle.

Eventually, he sighs, tired, and asks, "What did you do before you joined the Coven?"

A change of subject. Perhaps deviating from the original topic will help.