"It... could be arranged, I believe," Lunafreya says after a moment of thought. "I will speak to our doctors and find a time you could witness the body for yourself." Her shoulders shift, steeling herself against the memory. "I will warn you the sight is... less than pretty." There's something in her eyes that says it is awful.

"If it's anything like the pictures sent to us before, we've seen a little of it." Gladio's voice is flat, a hardening in his eyes, and John will be able to feel the brief wave of anger-frustration-rage that comes and goes as the Sentinel remembers them. It looked like a horrific way for someone to die, and no one knows if they remember anything once they've turn into a zombie or not.