"That's what I've always done." It feels strange to say 'always' when it's been days? Weeks? Since all of this started and she was hurled from her isolated world into a vastly larger one to find that she, yes she, the outcast, motherless child was born for greatness, to carry on the work of one mother hundreds of years dead and another who wasn't even a human being. The weight of that could be crushing. Almost devastating. She'd pushed through and kept going for her people, for her world and she'd do it here, too.

"I'm not sure acceptance is what I want any more," she admits. She had been accepted but in a way that made her skin crawl. A savior, almost a goddess to be worshiped instead of a person, a warrior just like the rest of them. She was nothing or she was everything, there was no in between, no middle ground for Aloy. Unconscious of what she does, how this place works, her mind stretches out towards Lexa's, almost as if her hand was grasping for something to hold onto. She doesn't intend it, but the familiarity and the understanding are the most she has gotten from anyone here. It's comforting.

"I want to protect my people. My Earth." That was Elizabet's calling and now it was Aloy's. She would do that, even if she was hurtling through the space between worlds.

"I want to protect life."