This body is old, interloper. I must end this life in the way of tradition. Please leave. I want no eyes upon this cerem

This body is old, interloper. I must end this life in the way of tradition. Please leave. I want no eyes upon this ceremony.

Unlike so many of their species, there is no trace of violence in Name. Instead, they move slowly, sombrely, as though they contemplate some heavy burden. I sense that they wish to be left alone.