[She doesn't like to look upon them. Bones are different. Bones are par for the course, she's seen more human bones in her life than she has had hot meals (no exaggeration). Every part of the body is used and repurposed in the Ninth-- the fat for candles, skin for leather, hair for bristles. Basically, she's never exactly been squeamish. It still strains at her heart though, knowing that there are people here who were unable to be saved.
Her eyes are aching and raw when she turns them toward him at the suggestion, but she nods anyway. If they don't do something they'll all be corpses. There's little to be done for the dead, now.]
Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense. Show me where you want 'em.
dead bodies, oh joy!
Her eyes are aching and raw when she turns them toward him at the suggestion, but she nods anyway. If they don't do something they'll all be corpses. There's little to be done for the dead, now.]
Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense. Show me where you want 'em.