[The voice that carries over to the shadow is calm, perhaps familiar. Hard to say, to discern in the haze of her confusion. Slowly, her head lifts — she turns around to regard Aloy with wide and empty, glowing eyes.
She tries to speak. It comes out in distorted, warped clicks in the back of her throat, low and discordant.]
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She tries to speak. It comes out in distorted, warped clicks in the back of her throat, low and discordant.]