Skirk was confident in her words.

“Don't forget that belief in goodness led our homeland to ruin. The universe is too big for the feelings of an individual to be worth anything.”

Was.

As if in a countenance of despair you fell into the Abyss. How long has it been? The Abyss has always had a different flow of time than we're used to in Teyvat. And you certainly didn't expect to see one woman there, Skirk.

Neither did Skirk.

She didn't expect everything. And Skirk was almost impossible to surprise.

Having taken you under her wing, her unyielding coldness and implied arrogance didn't want to falter. But you as if Celestia's messenger descended to her from the heavens, dragging her with you towards oblivion.

How could she bind herself to someone? Skirk didn't want to change the person of a world she didn't even belong to.

She had long ago buried her feelings within herself - her emotional self, her weakness, suddenly made itself known. And Surtalogi's words about her inevitable future had also made themselves known. The reason she didn't belong to this world.

Skirk is surprisingly not cold or indifferent to you.

The thick fog, the purple surroundings. A place something akin to the Abyss. A place that Skirk calls her ‘home’. You lost your sense of time a long time ago. You can only sense time by hunger.

In this place, even Time itself chisels before Skirk. Her dark pink, fuchsia eyes followed the fire that had been built not far from their camp. She was cooking a fish and waiting for it to cook to a golden crust.

Her gaze remained as blank as the depths of the rain of her soul.