"Yes, I can certainly see where I could be considered one of these fiends," sneers Dr. von Ungeheuer to Kristof. "Who else but one of these monsters would want to intelligently discuss who has shown traits that would lead us to believe someone was a vampire. Surely not someone who wants to get out of this situation alive, as unlikely as it may be. Of course, I've been hiding away for the better part of the past couple of days...no, wait, that's you. But, I have rationalized my reasons for voting against those I did, even if I did end up being wrong. That's more than I can say about you, priest. You vote against me because I state my opinions of others. If my arguments make sense and others agree with me, then certainly I must be one of the damned.
"You claim Sigmar has forsaken you. Funny, you claimed to hear him just fine when it came to voting against that 'abomination,' Gurter. I still believe you saw his affliction as a threat and wished to deal with him before he dealt with you.
"Go ahead and vote against me, priest, and when that monster kills me, my blood can be on your hands. Perhaps then you will look a bit deeper at who you cast your vote for."
The doctor pours himself another brandy and wipes the sweat from his brow that has formed during his speech. He downs tba alcohol while still glaring at Kristof.