[Oh, no. He said the thing she was afraid he was going to say. All she can really do is stare at him for a long moment, unamused, before she heaves a long-suffering sigh and ventures a reply.]
Okay. God of Thunder. How do you propose we find them?
[Because, of course, they'd need to do that to have words. Or kick their asses. The won't find them, though. Because they're not real.
The AI in charge of this simulation? Well, maybe.]
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Okay. God of Thunder. How do you propose we find them?
[Because, of course, they'd need to do that to have words. Or kick their asses. The won't find them, though. Because they're not real.
The AI in charge of this simulation? Well, maybe.]
And...I'm Aloy.