Somehow, despite the danger in the world right now, the past has a way of always surpassing the present for awfulness. Wars were bloodier, massacres a daily occurrence, and no one seemed to bat an eye at all the death surrounding them. Does that make this a more civilized age, or simply a time where people have grown too soft towards the harsh realities of life and death? Christine is certainly soft-hearted in this regard. Practicality says things of this nature are inevitable, but her heart wishes it wasn't so. All those bones. She hopes someone valued each person; loved each person. Because there end suggests someone didn't value them very much at all.

"I was merely guessing, but the tradition is not just Andrastian. It is a way to ensure there is nothing left for spirits to possess." Though honestly, she's not sure if spirits can possess bones. Maybe they can fling the bones around, but it's not like a corpse that can swing a sword, is it? "There are spirits enough here as it is, however, and they are making a great deal of disturbances without needing those old bones."

Her eyes take in the stone walls as she moves towards the outside. She needs to get some air. "Fires spread easily in cities with tightly packed housing."