"I... miss home. A lot." Gold rolls his Typhlosion's Poké Ball back and forth on the ground between his sleeves. The rhythmic rolling is the one thing keeping him from going full Classic Lost Silver™ in front of Shokora and having a breakdown. For good reason, too; he hadn't been to New Bark Town in ages, if only because seeing everyone he knew move on without him was far more painful than having died in the first place.
He looks up at Shokora... or at least tries to, given the whole 'empty eyesockets' thing. "Do you miss home? Your home?"
Truth be told, she'd been keeping a close eye on Gold from the very first interaction with Wario. After all, she did still have a job to fulfill from the higher authorities she served, and she had to be certain Gold's ominous appearance wasn't the symptom of a bigger cause. Not to mention the familiar name...
And yet, despite his curious appearance, all that seemed to lie under the visage was the spirit of a lost and confused young boy!
As one would imagine, Shokora couldn't help but sympathize with Gold. After all, she was put under the pyramid's curse at a young age, perhaps only a little older than Gold was currently! She wasn't even able to discern when or how she died while trapped under the curse.
It was only due to Wario's quick reflexes and treasure hunting skills that she was able to take this more mature form she'd been robbed of. Otherwise, she'd still be wandering aimlessly in the body of a cat, lost and alone... lost, much like the other before her.
She paused for a while, carefully considering her response as an index finger lightly danced at her chin.
"My home is... a distant memory. I remember having animal friends, I remember my family... or rather, my father." That was all she really had as family, she would rather be cursed again than consider the Golden Diva as anything resembling that.
"I remember bits and pieces of my past, but much of it is lost to time. To think about it for too long leaves a hollow pain in my chest, to think about the life I once had crumbling to dust..." A small, sad hum escaped her lips, before she seemed to quickly perk up again.
"I have made peace with the time I had forgotten." She gave a small, reassuring nod. "To have lost it fills me with sorrow... However, there's more to our lives—well, our AFTERlives—than merely the past." An exaggerated twirl of her hand led to her pointing at Gold.
"You ARE here, are you not? Our very conversation now is something I will remember, I promise you this! There will always be someone to remember you, and as long as you can one day find peace within yourself, anywhere you rest your head shall be called home!"
Tilting forward in the air, her eyes met his. Though his were voids, they were still a door to one's soul.
"You will always have a home with me!"