Aloy's comparison makes her chuckle. For all of the horrible things she faces daily, retelling them doesn't seem to bother her. But it couldn't -- or she would likely be driven insane, if she was not so already.

"I would encourage you to keep that perception." Death Knights were, after all, machines of war. Their suffering was a tool to keep the machine oiled and moving. There was no real cure for it, and so Aloy's sympathy is wasted on her.

Perhaps she will learn to curb such curiosity in the future, so as not to be burdened with such plague of the mind.