[She follows his gaze across the horizon, expression pinching when she makes the same observation. In a sea of mourners, the dark-clothed figure sticks out painfully—the way he stands apart, the way he's watching the goings-on with an authoritative eye.
Setting her jaw, Aloy taps the silver triangle at her temple once more, then starts off along the pier with purpose.]
We'll see just how unreachable.
[Storming toward the black-clad figure, she calls fiercely across the expanse of sea that separates him from the pier. The mourners all look up at her because, you know, it's not subtle.]
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Setting her jaw, Aloy taps the silver triangle at her temple once more, then starts off along the pier with purpose.]
We'll see just how unreachable.
[Storming toward the black-clad figure, she calls fiercely across the expanse of sea that separates him from the pier. The mourners all look up at her because, you know, it's not subtle.]
Hey! I want to talk to you!