It's the way that the words all rush out of her that makes it so believable; like she just wants to push it out, and have done. Like it's painful, and she'd rather not give a damn; better to be harder, stronger, to move on than to linger in it. Aloy is either a much more talented liar than she seems, or it's the absolute truth.
Shepard blinks at her, and simply digests for a moment.
Ancient technology isn't exactly a foreign concept, that's easily squared away. Less neat is the concept of that tech being human in origin. Ancient has always meant alien, something beyond normal comprehension.
total destruction of the biosphere
"Fucking hell," Shepard says. It's appalling, the whole concept. They'd lost the damn homeworld, and not even to some outside threat— was she hearing this right? Synthetics had, had what, risen up and killed them all? It was worse than Reapers; the Reapers you could at least blame on someone else.
Somewhere in the distance, a tremor strikes the earth, a subtle but present rumble of the Horizon itself responding to Shepard's disquiet. Her face is still impassive; Shepard has always had good reason to take pride in her poker-face.
no subject
Shepard blinks at her, and simply digests for a moment.
Ancient technology isn't exactly a foreign concept, that's easily squared away. Less neat is the concept of that tech being human in origin. Ancient has always meant alien, something beyond normal comprehension.
total destruction of the biosphere
"Fucking hell," Shepard says. It's appalling, the whole concept. They'd lost the damn homeworld, and not even to some outside threat— was she hearing this right? Synthetics had, had what, risen up and killed them all? It was worse than Reapers; the Reapers you could at least blame on someone else.
Somewhere in the distance, a tremor strikes the earth, a subtle but present rumble of the Horizon itself responding to Shepard's disquiet. Her face is still impassive; Shepard has always had good reason to take pride in her poker-face.
"How?"