"Micah thought that getting rid of... of the flesh would be easier. He'd been dead for days, and the decomposition was bad. It would only get worse if we left it." The truth was that he didn't know what to do. Before the next moon he would try to do some more research, see if there was anything that could be done to let him rest in peace. "We still have time to figure something out."
He thought about the Landlord, and how adamant he'd been about none of the people in the building attacking each other. It seemed that without any kind of authority, people would die and no one would do a thing about it. If there could be more than one incarnation of a fable, then did it matter if he or even Ileana died? Wouldn't their fables just return in someone else's body? "Someone needs to watch her. Ichabod may not be very capable, but he's aware of danger. He didn't go looking for the Horseman - the Horseman found him. You need to stay with someone who won't let you out of their sight, someone who can protect you if need be."