It does make him pause - that slow, deliberate gesture - and he settles his weight on his back foot, slowing himself. If nothing else, he knew how to adjust to the room he was in. Act like he belonged there. Belonging right now was a step too far - and insult rather than anything else - but he could heed the request and listen.

A good few seconds after Wangji’s reply, Cassian nods slowly.

“A grave purpose then. And a noble one.” Another pause. “You can tell a lot about a people by how they treat their dead.”

And the living. But this man is not the audience for such a thought. Instead, after a moment’s deliberate consideration, he says:

“This place must be troubling to you, then. I’ve heard the stories of the undead already. I can’t claim that sounds modest or respectful.”