He nods along as she speaks, resigned to the idea that the War Boys' barracks will be much emptier when he gets back to his little spit of bed. He knew that already. Even without the mass migration, he'd seen so many of them die on the Fury Road. Morsov, Ace, Slit... Nux doesn't quite know what he wants or who he is either, not yet, but he finds that there's still a part of him that hopes their Valhalla is real just as fiercely as he'd hoped to find this place again.

Maybe it's still his Valhalla, too. Maybe-- he just-- he doesn't know, and his face changes when she says now that Joe's dead, eyes going wider and sadder like it's still a terrible surprise. He looks away, up at the rising Citadel walls, pressing his scarred lips tight together. "That's good," he says, and he means it, but... he doesn't know if he blames his brothers for leaving.