[Max shakes his head in the slightest motion, before gently pushing the hand holding the apple back toward Furiosa.]
Had my fill.
[Which is… putting it lightly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’s had a full stomach before, though the state of himself currently says as much. He adjusts his scarf around his neck, pulling the weathered fabric closer. Despite the time apart, his clothes have remained shockingly the same… including a carefully roped up IV line, still buttoned onto the shoulder of his jacket. A new one, clean, and ready to be used to give someone the O Neg that courses through his veins.
A quiet sign that they’ve influenced him more than he cares to admit. It’s the same kind of influence that has left him with so many more words to say. Less conversations cut crippingly short. He has fought tooth and nail the last year to throw it all away: those weaknesses that are strengths in the right hands. Compassion, loyalty, sentimentality… it’s been difficult. Now as he glances to her, he wishes he could explain his guilt in wishing it were easier to forget and move on.]
… No. It was before Etraya. [He closes his eyes and shakes his head. Is this a mistake? It wouldn’t be the first time he’s thought that, facing her; all those times he’d believed it, he was proven wrong.] You can’t… tell anyone else.
no subject
Had my fill.
[Which is… putting it lightly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’s had a full stomach before, though the state of himself currently says as much. He adjusts his scarf around his neck, pulling the weathered fabric closer. Despite the time apart, his clothes have remained shockingly the same… including a carefully roped up IV line, still buttoned onto the shoulder of his jacket. A new one, clean, and ready to be used to give someone the O Neg that courses through his veins.
A quiet sign that they’ve influenced him more than he cares to admit. It’s the same kind of influence that has left him with so many more words to say. Less conversations cut crippingly short. He has fought tooth and nail the last year to throw it all away: those weaknesses that are strengths in the right hands. Compassion, loyalty, sentimentality… it’s been difficult. Now as he glances to her, he wishes he could explain his guilt in wishing it were easier to forget and move on.]
… No. It was before Etraya. [He closes his eyes and shakes his head. Is this a mistake? It wouldn’t be the first time he’s thought that, facing her; all those times he’d believed it, he was proven wrong.] You can’t… tell anyone else.