(angharad doesn't answer for a long moment. she hadn't thrown him from the rig in order to kill him; rather to save him, from both furiosa's anger, and hers. because angharad knows the immortan and his legions of young soldiers. the war boys fighting (dying) for him fight for a lost cause: he won't ever care for them. he won't carry a single one of them to the gates of their precious valhalla. it's why she had been so insistent upon saving them. they didn't understand. not really. they were only mindless pups, following the order of the hand that fed them treats.
looking at him now, angharad isn't sure how the war boy before her factors into this.)
To try to help? (she echoes, confused, and then realization hits so suddenly her expression blows wide open, mouth hitching in a startled smile.)
The Green Place. The Green Place of Many Mothers. They made it?
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Date: 2015-06-15 03:47 am (UTC)looking at him now, angharad isn't sure how the war boy before her factors into this.)
To try to help? (she echoes, confused, and then realization hits so suddenly her expression blows wide open, mouth hitching in a startled smile.)
The Green Place. The Green Place of Many Mothers. They made it?