"Magic." Aloy repeats the word. She's used to magic as a concept. Prayers and incantations in a world of machines and metal. But that magic had just been the technology of the Old Ones, not... magic. She swallows, eyes widening as she watches the spread of cold ice. It reminds her of the machines and their abilities.

"Necromancy." That word she repeats more slowly, feeling the strange word on her tongue. Death magic. It gives her a strange feeling that shivers down her spine. She is so used to life and warmth and this woman seems so distant from it. She seems more like a machine. Maybe thinking of her as an intelligent machine would be easier.

I can't imagine coming back from the dead. It seems so horrifying."