They say,

"Child, forget this rage.
You walk the path laid for you by Death himself, do not follow in the folly of men.
No one will think less of you to go round this village, and find the next.
To live again, free of your pain, free of the weight of a dead people.”

You say nothing to the traveler, and they leave you on that hill.
You are faced with a choice:
Forsake your people, forget all they taught you, and go round the village;
or wear your honor on your heart and continue on the path laid before you.

Follow the smoke

Go round the village

You are but a child, no one expects this of you.

You must do what must be done.
How can you let this beast continue to live?