"Jesus," Lennon mumbled. He found himself feeling really bad for Edwin, especially, since he seemed to be almost overwhelmed. Although probably they all were; some of them just showed it more than others. Okay, the guy was dead, he wasn't going to feel anything else that was done to him. Still. For some reason he'd always had a kind of horror of cremation. Cremated bodies were dead, no way to feel the inferno-style heat and flame, but some small part of him always thought how much would that hurt if you could feel it?
"I'll get branches," he volunteered, feeling like that was a good way to be helpful and also get further away from the pile of burned meat that was once human. Lennon stifled a gag as he moved into the tree line, careful to keep away from where Felix had painfully found the barrier a few minutes ago.