[Flashes of a place away from here cloud his thoughts for a moment. New experiences, new unpleasant memories, gashes against an already tumultuous psyche. And yet... it was a place that was so much like home, there were days he would wake up and not realize he wasn't dozing off in the rubble of the Wastelands. Furiosa is a trusted face standing among a sea of distrust, born from another long year of surviving instead of living.
He sighs through his nose, as he watches a bird land on an almost bare branch. It jumps back and forth, looks at the two strange giants below before it flutters away.]
... Etraya isn't the only city.
I was taken to a different one. Called Solmara. Lot like home... Nothing but sand n' old cement in some directions. [He looks down, one hand fidgeting with the red string that still refuses to let them go.] Bad there. Real bad. Someone controlling — someone like yours took over, pitted the people against the AI.
I, ah... Managed to get a motorbike working. Stayed on the outskirts. For a while.
[So, not much different from home. If anything... he's at least glad he had the experience. Would have been nice to show up in Etraya instead, though.]
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He sighs through his nose, as he watches a bird land on an almost bare branch. It jumps back and forth, looks at the two strange giants below before it flutters away.]
... Etraya isn't the only city.
I was taken to a different one. Called Solmara. Lot like home... Nothing but sand n' old cement in some directions. [He looks down, one hand fidgeting with the red string that still refuses to let them go.] Bad there. Real bad. Someone controlling — someone like yours took over, pitted the people against the AI.
I, ah... Managed to get a motorbike working. Stayed on the outskirts. For a while.
[So, not much different from home. If anything... he's at least glad he had the experience. Would have been nice to show up in Etraya instead, though.]