"Both?" Also, after reading that horrific 'Fifty Shades' book, he is aware that there are...other things people might do with a dead body. Please, no. He's not like that. "I do not want people to fear me." It's kind of hard, at his height, with the armor, and the...teeth. Curze enjoyed being feared, seen as a terrifying presence. Sanguinius did not.

"I think perhaps the fault was mine. I was too _hungry." Hangry, in fact. "Thank you. For helping." And not judging. He doesn't need her help to pick up the body--it's a baseline size, easy to carry. Like carrying a cat, really. Just dead weight.