Gabriel raised a finger. "I said human bodies are relatively easy to engineer. Human souls? Forget it. Can't be manufactured. It would be easier for them to just build a body and then yank a soul in from somewhere else, even another universe, than trying to build a working human soul."

The memories, now, that was more difficult. Could they be manufactured? At the detail he'd been seeing, it was unlikely. But they could've been ... edited. Belonged to anyone, then appropriated for them.

The archangel capped off his canteen, slid his arms into the pack's straps and stood up with all of it at once, groaning a little. "Right. I have a couple of brothers I'm sure are overdue for being heckled."