Rajara was speaking of her wonderful experience with a bizarre fellow who had scared her. A being with no sense of existence and trotting in what seemed to be a meat suit made out of a dead man.
It was the first instance where she saw something like this. A being who controlled the cursed body through his sheer will without being devoured by the curse or with the use of any magic.
It was not a body driven by the mental power of a spiritual being. But the control of that being was so powerful over the curse, that he never experienced any corruption.
But sad to say, she could never know who that being was. All she remembers is him walking into the sunlight out of her door, as his body turned to dust under the purifying light of the sun.
Though this didn't mean she forgot about him, she had kept the theories and knowledge she learned from him in her mind, while sharing some of her own with him in return.
