Unhelpfully, I’ve had Horizon: Zero Dawn on the brain lately, so for the six of you who played that game, have this random snip I wrote for Aloy and my favorite consciousless killer from that game:
“You’re a killer, Aloy, like me. No one else will ever understand that about you like I do.”
“I’m not like you. I’m fighting a war.”
“Aren’t we all? Tell me, Aloy, when your war is over, what will you do? Find a nice house in a village somewhere, choose a doting fool to kiss you when you come home, bake cakes and grow flowers?”
“I might!” she snapped.
Nil laughed.
“Then the morning that you wake up clawing to escape your own skin, the day you look at your lover and hate them for being weak and dull, in the middle of the night when you strain to remember the difference between life and death, I’ll be out here waiting.”
FUCK YES, NIL. YOU KNOW HER.










