"There's a lot they don't mention." His voice is very dry. She doesn't sound angry, and that's often enough for him. He watches her for a moment near the body before returning to gathering up what he's going to recommend be burned for safety. The stacking at least isn't taking too long, and he uses strips of cloth torn from the corpses to mop up more of the blood, dry it as much as he can.

"It's easier for most to condense someone down to one thing, and forget that they're a person. That there's complexity. Someone is good, or someone is evil. Or someone is entirely forgotten." It would be nice to be forgotten. "If you've questions, I might answer. Or I might not. Though I've a question, and it's to know your name."