"I do not know how I came to be," Skellig replies. There is a faint hint of something in his voice - not quite sadness or longing, but more a touch of loss. "I have met only a few others who were...similar, but not the same as I. I do not know if I have any siblings or if there are any more like me."

He shrugs lightly.

"But my desires and needs most closely match those of humans. I require similar to what they do for survival." Food, water, shelter. "I desire the pleasures they seem to enjoy." Sex, liquor, drugs, entertainment. "It is just...who I am."