Lapistia

Lacking facial expressions, James Odd could only express his thoughts nonverbally through movements and gestures. Therefore, instead of answering Sarian with a stern look, he raised his hand in farewell.
On his way back to the squad, he pondered what had prompted him to spare the nameless bandit who attacked them with a weapon, and the young fool who had attached himself to them like a stray dog. Obvious answers were "for fun," "it doesn't matter to the dead," and "old habits," but the knight understood that it wasn't that simple. Perhaps he felt a moral obligation to respond with gratitude for the acceptance of a living undead by society? Or was he drawing parallels with his own past? Or maybe he wanted to honor the memory of comrades who had fallen long ago, back when things were much simpler? All of this was quite difficult to process at once, so James waved his hand dismissively and decided that time would tell.