[At least, he doesn't think so. Otherwise, she would have just barged in here, armed and ready to attack. Not her style, he thinks.
Despite Furiosa's urgency, Max is calm and quiet — this is freedom for now, and with someone familiar and trustworthy at his side, all he can do is relax in the comfort of it — even despite the topic at hand.]
... She could come after this place, if we fail. She collected us for scouting this city... Wants us to take what brings in the supplies. The machinery. She knows it's somewhere in the hospital, and she wants it.
[His eyes drift to the apple. He's not hungry, but the sight of it immediately brings recent memories: scraping through dirt for the scraps, feeling some of that grit in his teeth as he swallows down what is enough to stay alive; Connor, quietly holding out a small piece of ration that he'd managed to procure. When he shakes his head again, it seems more to dispel images than to disagree.]
That's why she brought me into the scouting group. Took my gear, my supplies. Withheld food until I finally gave in. [Gaze flicking up to her faze, he confirms:] Not planning on taking anything.
[Furiosa is here now. He'd had hesitations and doubts before, because he has a conscience under all of hardened grime that he's sure his insides are full of. But her here? He'd just as soon take a bullet in the eye than deprive her of the supplies this city is given. He thinks the mission thing, the saving the worlds thing... it's all bullshit.
Her existing in this place, plentiful with food and supplies though?
Doesn't matter how much of a fairy tale it all is.]
no subject
No.
[At least, he doesn't think so. Otherwise, she would have just barged in here, armed and ready to attack. Not her style, he thinks.
Despite Furiosa's urgency, Max is calm and quiet — this is freedom for now, and with someone familiar and trustworthy at his side, all he can do is relax in the comfort of it — even despite the topic at hand.]
... She could come after this place, if we fail. She collected us for scouting this city... Wants us to take what brings in the supplies. The machinery. She knows it's somewhere in the hospital, and she wants it.
[His eyes drift to the apple. He's not hungry, but the sight of it immediately brings recent memories: scraping through dirt for the scraps, feeling some of that grit in his teeth as he swallows down what is enough to stay alive; Connor, quietly holding out a small piece of ration that he'd managed to procure. When he shakes his head again, it seems more to dispel images than to disagree.]
That's why she brought me into the scouting group. Took my gear, my supplies. Withheld food until I finally gave in. [Gaze flicking up to her faze, he confirms:] Not planning on taking anything.
[Furiosa is here now. He'd had hesitations and doubts before, because he has a conscience under all of hardened grime that he's sure his insides are full of. But her here? He'd just as soon take a bullet in the eye than deprive her of the supplies this city is given. He thinks the mission thing, the saving the worlds thing... it's all bullshit.
Her existing in this place, plentiful with food and supplies though?
Doesn't matter how much of a fairy tale it all is.]