Why rely on anger?

Eldrian completely ignored the fact that the guy was also an elf, and had been talking with Zamia and Agamemas. Clear clues that he must be some bigshot. 

"I've read a bit about curses, and the crux is that I fell for it."

"A curse isn't some sort of trap. It is far more-" Athtar wanted to counter but Eldrian interrupted him mid-speech, an action that brought a smile to the elf. Something that he had not experienced in eons. 

"I let it influence me! It is on me! I allowed it to alter me! To change me! Me!"

Athtar smiled, not bothering for the spit and blood that flew through the air as Eldrian shouted. "Yes, that is very true. A curse corrupts, it can blind you and feed your hatred or pride. However, it is indeed your fault for allowing it. The curse only amplified what was happening inside of you."