Prism was silent for quite a while, having replayed one of the only fully fleshed out memories she had. It was her fault that Sklog was in this mess, and it was her fault that Sklog might not even be sklog anymore. Moving him into a new body was deemed inhumane by her, especially one that functioned like Blackarachnia, but there was no other choice beside death. Had there been even a small chance for anything else, Prism would have opted for that instantly. 

She was aware of the protoform chassis ready for Sklog, she was aware of who had created it and it's original purpose, but they were all just floating words as she dwelled on the fact that it was all her fault. Wordlessly, she walked to the other side of the chassis, readying herself to pick it up and place it on the berth. She didn't even notice that Sklog had made an attempt to protest, though it should have been one of the first things that alerted her in the physical world considering her current state of worry and guilt.