[At least Nil is very polite about his bloodlust, unlike the villains and wastes of earth that he hunts. That's his line, anyway, and he's most certainly sticking to it.
Her lips quirk, and he knows he has her. His own expression shifts into a subtle smile.]
The left, then. [Nil steps back from her, his bow ready.] Good hunting, Aloy.
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Her lips quirk, and he knows he has her. His own expression shifts into a subtle smile.]
The left, then. [Nil steps back from her, his bow ready.] Good hunting, Aloy.