[And Hajime will sit up and slowly get to his feet because he really, really doesn't want to be looking at Cade from the angle he was at on the ground. He's still holding his head.]

Ah, Cade...you remember me, right? Hajime? The guy you met not long after you'd arrived? I'm afraid I'm under a terrible curse.

[There, right to the point, and hopefully he's put it in terms Cade can understand. He views his natural form as enough of a curse, anyway. He's pretty sure Cade's going to believe him; after all, all he had to do was just say he wasn't some sort of cultist before Cade stood down that time. This is good, because his leg still feels uncomfortably cold. The bleeding and sword wound itself isn't bothering him as much; he's had worse.]