It was less than kind to remind Tyrael of the undead that his fall from Heaven had raised, but they were not to the point of being kind to one another. There was no room for it when they were on the edge of being enemies once more. He turned to follow his brother, gliding along above the ground. Tyrael would find no insight, no thought that had not occurred to Malthael. Despite his claim to the title, he was not well suited to the Aspect of Wisdom, and Malthael knew more of death than Tyrael.

"There is nothing more to be learned from these corpses." So perhaps the mausoleums next. Malthael's curiosity was raised by Tyrael's description of their interior. The outside seemed normal enough, though the monuments mortals built to house their dead were not a subject he had given much attention.

Malthael left Tyrael to check on one, examining it carefully before he pushed the door open.