It's not really the level of violence that's bothering me. Nor the contrast, which is, yes, very Miyazaki. It's the implication of right and wrong: I'm sure she's a very nice angel, and I'm sure she's better off now, etc. etc... but that's an awful high body count. I keep twitching at the notion that this one individual's freedom is worth the cost of all those other lives. That's a hard equation.