While Aiden could read emotions, especially strong surges of dark rage, they were almost foreign to him by now. Too much time had passed since his bones had been mortal, too removed from life to feel the need to echo sentiments.
“Obviously.” He stated, voice deep but void of anything indicating annoyance or fear. If the Revenant was a wild storm chasing across the area, leaving bloody devastation, Aiden was at the center, calm and unwavering. “You are making quite a mess.”
He took another step, closer now, towards the corpse, reaching out a steady hand to extract the soul from the messy remains. His boots narrowly avoided a puddle of blood. Death was dirty work, that however didn't mean he couldn't cling to the bare minimum of cleanliness he could achieve. Bodily fluids and chunks of flesh tended to leave quite the unpleasant odor, picking chunks of human out of his clothing wasn't exactly his definition of a good time.
The soul dislodged easily, a tiny ball of energy hovering above the dead man's body.