(she stares at him for a long, even moment, desperately trying to process this information. eventually she turns back and rests her chin on her knees again, staring at the grass as it sways in the breeze. the immortan is dead.
she can see furiosa's plan laid out neatly before her now, knowing that. he had taken his entire war party out to chase them across the sand, leaving the citadel unattended. she hiccups on a breath, and presses her cheek into her knees, squeezing her eyes shut tight. the relief is unbearable. there's something else there too, something twisted and scared, a small part of her that thinks he'll be the next to show up.
when she gets a grip on herself again she stands, unable to help marveling at how easy it is to stand now that she isn't carrying the extra weight of a child with her.)
You helped them? (she asks, coming to stand opposite the war boy, drawing herself up tall before him.)
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Date: 2015-06-16 04:31 am (UTC)she can see furiosa's plan laid out neatly before her now, knowing that. he had taken his entire war party out to chase them across the sand, leaving the citadel unattended. she hiccups on a breath, and presses her cheek into her knees, squeezing her eyes shut tight. the relief is unbearable. there's something else there too, something twisted and scared, a small part of her that thinks he'll be the next to show up.
when she gets a grip on herself again she stands, unable to help marveling at how easy it is to stand now that she isn't carrying the extra weight of a child with her.)
You helped them? (she asks, coming to stand opposite the war boy, drawing herself up tall before him.)