[ There's a heavy acknowledgement there. There's that same warm feeling towards Lexa, the same admiration. Dedication. Desire, even. Aloy doesn't want to discuss it, doesn't want to intrude on Clarke or Lexa or whatever it is they have even though there's a tinge of hurt and regret and jealousy that lingers in the back of her head. Move on, yes. That's the best thing. If they stay on these feelings, they might have to confront something unpleasant and heavy. They don't need the distraction here. ]
( The mountains, I think. )
[ Images of tall, snow-capped mountains, pine forests clinging stubbornly to their flanks. The snow glistens in the sunlight, deep shadows cover their valleys. The view from them is staggering. There are also brief impressions of people. A dark woman with a teasing voice and confident stride. An older woman who smells of sweat and soot and the forge. Someone closer to Aloy's age, tracking through tall, sweet-smelling grass. They linger for a moment and then are swept away by Aloy's thoughts. Better not to think of them. ]
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( The mountains, I think. )
[ Images of tall, snow-capped mountains, pine forests clinging stubbornly to their flanks. The snow glistens in the sunlight, deep shadows cover their valleys. The view from them is staggering. There are also brief impressions of people. A dark woman with a teasing voice and confident stride. An older woman who smells of sweat and soot and the forge. Someone closer to Aloy's age, tracking through tall, sweet-smelling grass. They linger for a moment and then are swept away by Aloy's thoughts. Better not to think of them. ]