"...I noticed specific members of the Remembrance were attempting to hijack bodies and wield them as if they were their own if that is what you refer to."

Wrath has to breathe in again through the icy rage that threatens to rise up inside of his chest. He killed the one who attempted to hijack his own without regret. He gave up too much for his freedom of choice to have a mortal with a device steal it from him for even a moment.

"It felt different to me, but there is something about these burlap dolls - something not right as you've sensed."