"It might not have a soul any more, but it's still... it's just... it's not right!" Chika said, struggling for words to explain a concept that seemed fundamental to him. "It was a person, someone who was alive, someone other people cared about. People who might've been left behind when that person died, and now have to know that their loved one got chopped up into pieces to make mindless servants out of!"

The thought of his precious little sister dying was horrible enough, though he'd had more than a few nightmares about it since dying himself. But the idea that someone might callously take her body and use it that was was revolting. He couldn't imagine how the people of that world could stand it.