... I was. Abel - or a person who inherited some of his essence, since his soul basically shattered when he was killed - was my uncle that life. He shielded me from the blast, but died from falling debris. I lasted... eight or nine months? Considering how I was relatively close, it was fairly impressive.

[Anyway... the other question.]

They've justified it in a number of ways. Do any of them really matter, though? People always find ways to be more and more horrific.