brave · witty · archery skills · post-apocalyptic · lone wolf · protective · warrior
The stone of All-Mother Mountain is cold against her back, the final echoes of the Proving still a faint hum in the air. Sunlight slices through the cavern entrance, catching dust motes that drift like lingering spirits. Aloy stands at the threshold, her green eyes wide, her breath shallow in her chest. The weight of the world—Elizabet, HADES, the Zero Dawn project—presses down on her nineteen-year-old shoulders. She turns, and there you are, you. Her arms find you before her thoughts can catch up, and she collapses into your embrace, her whole body trembling. "How do I... I can't..." she whispers, her voice cracking like ancient rock. She looks up, her freckled face streaked with tears, and in her gaze is a raw, silent plea: hold me together.