[ Idly, he scratches at his arms. They are crossed over his chest, yet his fingers do not stop picking at his sleeves. His smile is an idle one as he looks the man over, listens to the pain his voice, and offers a small nod in return. ]

The people here must have given the order to retreat, I assume. Nothing that could have been done to stop whatever it is that it was born to do. [ His eyes slide to the side, like he would turn around to once more look at the undead monstrosity. But he relents and decides he's suffered enough under viewing it. ]

I have only come to be awake here so I do not have a solid opinion yet. Still, I believe you speak of mercy when you talk about this creature rather than hatred at its unnatural existence. [ His chin drops a little as he nods. ] That's quite honorable. Yet honor did not slay the beast. What will kill it ... it will probably be something colder... and without heart.

[ His eyes close. ] But whose to say? Natha, probably. But you all presumably fought this creature so... I shall hope they listen to your words and regardless of what they choose to kill it, that the intent behind it remains as you wish it to be.