[ Aloy nods. That hadn't been what she'd meant and she has a feeling Lexa knows it, but she doesn't press the issue. ]

I had a feeling that's what was going on.

[ All the words they used, the reverence with which they treated the procession and the way each step along their path beckoned towards the sort of religious formality which Aloy was all too familiar with from back home. Enlightenment seems like such an abstract goal, though. It would be better to focus on more concrete things. ]

How many more of these rituals are we going to go through? And how many more are going to kill one of us?