Skellig mentally scribbles reincarnation on a running list that is buried somewhere deep within the recesses in his brain. Perhaps that is what he is going through now? A wandering in the desert, a journey through the land of the Dead?

"I am simply called to go where I am needed."

He sighs, and presses his lips again to her shoulder. It is obvious that he is lost in thoughts that are not related to their current...situation.

His voice lower: "I just cannot understand why you are so familiar, and yet, within my mind there is...nothing."