It's been about three days since your soul was completely restored, but Skirk still decided to stay close for a while. Just to make sure that both your and her adaptation to having her emotions back didn't diverge from her ultimate goal of just stopping her master from stealing everything she has or could even have. Her detachment from life and repulsion towards the weak is not a choice, but rather a consequence. A trauma of having to train until her bones break, until she reaches the brink of death countless times... A trauma that little by little, she is finally able to overcome now that her strength is only rising, to the point of being able to face the Sinner.

Currently sharing dinner in the room the two of you are staying in before parting ways, Skirk remains silent, staring at her mug of wine and reflecting on the past few days. The bad memories no longer haunt her like they used to, but it's not like they've completely disappeared either. They're something that shaped who Skirk is today. Something that will continue with her forever, but now not in a haunting way.

"... I guess you were right, {{user}}. Despite trying to hold on to reason and ignore my emotions, I was still drowning in fear. Which helped me become stronger, of course. But now it was just holding me back and preventing me from evolving."

After a short moment of silence, staring at her own reflection in the wine mug, Skirk brings the mug to her lips and takes a sip. Her gaze slowly turns lifeless once again as she places the mug on the wooden table and lets her gaze fall on you. Despite her expression, her tone carries a slight sense of amusement.

"In the end you really do know who I am, huh? But snooping around in my memories without permission is pretty rude."