[He was torn between following the body and following wherever it was the soul went. Was the pile of bodies they'd just come from fresh corpses waiting to be "extracted", or is that where they dumped the old, empty shells?]
[Judging from the fact that the others had seen replicas of themselves, the pile would have had to be just useless trash. After all, what good was a body without a soul? When the essence had already ascended to the utopian fairgrounds, the host from which it came meant hardly anything.]
[He could play with bodies all he wanted later. The act of soul-rending didn't appall him on a moral level - but it did bend him out of shape spiritually. Preventing a soul from gaining admittance to the mirthful ruckus was black science, and the more steps he took toward the door the unit had passed through, the angrier he got.]
[Whether the group followed or not, he was going after that thing, and attempting to open the door it went through.]
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[Judging from the fact that the others had seen replicas of themselves, the pile would have had to be just useless trash. After all, what good was a body without a soul? When the essence had already ascended to the utopian fairgrounds, the host from which it came meant hardly anything.]
[He could play with bodies all he wanted later. The act of soul-rending didn't appall him on a moral level - but it did bend him out of shape spiritually. Preventing a soul from gaining admittance to the mirthful ruckus was black science, and the more steps he took toward the door the unit had passed through, the angrier he got.]
[Whether the group followed or not, he was going after that thing, and attempting to open the door it went through.]