Edward knew little of bodies; he had only ever seen two dead ones, and neither had particularly traumatized him. Maybe it was because he didn't fully understand death in all its gravity, or maybe it was because neither death was terribly unfair to anyone but him. Edward never noticed when things were unfair to him.
Just then, he heard a girl shouting in a strange, tonal language he'd never heard before. The words were unintelligible to him, but the frustration and pain and anger were all too real. His thoughts, if River could read them, were along the lines of apologies, mostly, since Edward's solution to most things was apologizing. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... please forgive, don't hurt me, don't hate me... I'm sorry...