This was the part that bothered Remy the rest. Corpses didn't have families...all right, not true, but at the very least, a corpse couldn't miss it's family if it was taken away. It couldn't cry or protest, and it wouldn't feel any pain from what Sinister was going to subject it to.
He still didn't understand the change in Rogue, and chalked it up to being mentally distracted by this whole...being a test tube baby...business.
He glanced briefly at a file before pulling out a drawer, revealing a sallow looking body, female, in her twenties. His eyes flickered over her face. He didn't recognize her. "Dis one fits da symptoms."