Aloy is almost physically rocked back on her heels. As Seviilia describes each sensation, a flicker of them ekes through the mental blocks. Not a full experience of even a memory. More of a brief flash of sensation or experience. She is reminded of Nil, his desire to kill and kill and to keep on killing. She takes a breath, a flood of compassion and sorrow at the condition Seviilia has found herself in mingling with Seviilia's muted fury.

"I wouldn't either. I thought..." She frowns.

"I thought you like a machine, but a machine doesn't suffer in the same way."