Even so, they could only gather parts of the bodies. It seemed the Head Eaters were not the only ones that had been feeding through the night.
No one could tell which aberrants had taken what, and at some point, the remaining family members stopped trying to figure it out.
The longer they stayed, the harder it became to let go, so they chose to burn everything as soon as possible.
Even then, it did not sit well with Gideon. He looked at the scattered body parts laid carefully on the white sheets he had bought from the system, the contrast making everything look even more disturbing.
He turned to Percy and spoke as gently as he could. "Do you want to keep the ashes? I can give you urns for your wife and daughter."
Percy stood there as if his soul had already left his body, but after a moment, he gave a small nod.
"Yes… if it's not too much trouble."
