[ By the end of the battle, they're left with a sad mess of distorted bodies. Now that the threat of them is gone, Aro finds it difficult to feel anything but pity. Iessa is on the ground by now, nosing her way through them and looking for more red lyrium to set her lightning to. ]

Don't touch them, they're as infectious now as they ever were. [ He looks pointedly at her and she reluctantly hangs back. Aro uses his quarterstaff to turn them over, and now calls to the others. ]

I really don't know about...funeral rites, here. [ These were cultists. He has no idea what they would even want, but he's willing to bet it wouldn't matter anyway. ] I was told burning them was the thing to do.