Mm. Tracking time was one of the last things that went.
[Max had been taught how to read a clock face when he was younger, off of this very pocket watch — he has to assume it the same one, anyway, because that's how these places work. Rubbing a thumb across the decorative cover, he holds it out to her.]
Still works. Hold it to your ear. [It's a nice sound. Maybe once upon a time, it had been a symbol of time running out; now, just the sound of something that hasn't broken on the inside feels nice. Against Furiosa's ear, she'll hear the gears, the tick-tick-tick of the moments passing.] Belonged to my father.
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[Max had been taught how to read a clock face when he was younger, off of this very pocket watch — he has to assume it the same one, anyway, because that's how these places work. Rubbing a thumb across the decorative cover, he holds it out to her.]
Still works. Hold it to your ear. [It's a nice sound. Maybe once upon a time, it had been a symbol of time running out; now, just the sound of something that hasn't broken on the inside feels nice. Against Furiosa's ear, she'll hear the gears, the tick-tick-tick of the moments passing.] Belonged to my father.