[At some point she really must have him describe these 'layers of hell' to her in detail. It sounded interesting to the little scientist.]

It's the closest I can think of that sums up what you described.

[She lets out a soft sigh and glances at the body again, this time smoothing away a lock of cyan hair.]

Usually, I would insist on dissection and identification of the copy.. but I just don't have the heart to. Even if she isn't, she looks too much like my Little Ryoko. I feel like I should bury her... or cremate her.