The west wing housed a royal museum of sorts, with exotic suits of armor on display and life size puppet shows for viewing enjoyment. The fall of the castle has shackled souls to those armor and puppets, producing the animate. Most animate have something that controls them hidden somewhere, and those lucky enough to find their own controller usually hide it somewhere where no one could find it. It is not uncommon to see one animate controlling another, but if a member of another group happens to come across a controller, the animate will band together to reclaim their fellow's control, even if it is just to fight over who then receives that control.