Prism stood up quietly, looking down at Sklog and taking a glance at Turbulence. She shouldn't have let it slip like that, not even for a second. She could understand what Sklog was facing, but she couldn't truly empathize with him as she had never been in those shoes. Sklog used to be so simple, just living his life and hitting things when ordered to. Because of her, Sklog wasn't entirely Sklog anymore. He still had the same spark and brain, but he could now literally look at his dead body on the berth, and that must have been haunting for him, to see his own lifeless body with hollow eyes and a hollow chest.