"Undeath for the sake of it. Not as a tool to fight for or against demons," Malthael paused only minutely to turn his hooded head in his brother's direction, "Or by accident."

It was as though death and life had collided in this place and now existed as a twisted mockery that was neither. Tyrael was more animated than usual (even with Malthael's recent frame of reference for Tyrael as a mortal), but his reactions were a side note in the study of something much more relevant.

"There are no bodies in them." Which wasn't directly an answer, and he had, in fact, not looked to see what was in them.