A ghostly figure cased in white armor of his own watches the field medicine, watches her struggle against the living dead. Battles mirroring his own. He watches her arm removed, and finally speaks.

"I too have known such a war. Such contagion." He lived a year fighting on a planet with only the living dead, trapped in his own shattered mind, in fact, but he doesn't feel inclined to share that quite yet.

Instead, he simply offers his words, resolved to listen to how Wrath responds.