Everyone had a purpose now. A real one, one that spoke for their skills, and not their bodies.
Toast had her books, her knowledge to share. The Dag had become the new Seed Woman, and even Cheedo began to find her way. That left only Capable, who took it upon herself to look to the War Pups and the War Boys grown, who now found their half-lives without purpose and wondering whether Valhalla could be reached. Some had cast away entirely to seek their own fortunes, hoping to find Valhalla in the desert or perhaps in the remnants of Bullet Town, while others carried on because they simply knew nothing else. Some, particularly the War Pups whose half lives were ending before they barely began, went to sleep held in Capable's arms, lulled by ancestral memory of the lullabyes she crooned to them before they closed their eyes and didn't open them again.
In every one of their faces, Capable saw Nux. And every night she went to the highest point she could find and look out at the Fury Road as if somehow by the sheer force of her will, she'd spot him driving down its winding path.
When the car he'd cobbled together finally did come down the road, Capable knew. And when it pulled up to the great lift, it was already down, and waiting upon it was Capable, no longer dressed in white gauze like some fertility idol to be worshiped on an altar. She waits, breathless, existing in a state of both hope and disbelief.
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Date: 2015-06-10 03:20 am (UTC)Toast had her books, her knowledge to share. The Dag had become the new Seed Woman, and even Cheedo began to find her way. That left only Capable, who took it upon herself to look to the War Pups and the War Boys grown, who now found their half-lives without purpose and wondering whether Valhalla could be reached. Some had cast away entirely to seek their own fortunes, hoping to find Valhalla in the desert or perhaps in the remnants of Bullet Town, while others carried on because they simply knew nothing else. Some, particularly the War Pups whose half lives were ending before they barely began, went to sleep held in Capable's arms, lulled by ancestral memory of the lullabyes she crooned to them before they closed their eyes and didn't open them again.
In every one of their faces, Capable saw Nux. And every night she went to the highest point she could find and look out at the Fury Road as if somehow by the sheer force of her will, she'd spot him driving down its winding path.
When the car he'd cobbled together finally did come down the road, Capable knew. And when it pulled up to the great lift, it was already down, and waiting upon it was Capable, no longer dressed in white gauze like some fertility idol to be worshiped on an altar. She waits, breathless, existing in a state of both hope and disbelief.