"Max?" Nux echoed blankly. Who was-- oh. As large as the man loomed in Nux's mind, he'd grown used to thinking of him as a warrior with no name. No longer Blood Bag, maybe, but... well, there hadn't been anything to supplant that, either. Max, then. Max was gone. He wilted a little, disappointed, although not too much and not for long. Between Capable's touch on him and the wild noise of the crowd still in his ears, it was hard to feel the loss too keenly. Later, he would be surprised to find himself grieving.
For now, he let Capable lead him away from the edge, then reached out and took her hand. "You really drink as much water as you want?" he asked, a little amazed at the idea. He'd been allowed some, but he had never felt as though it was enough. That was why it was called an addiction, he'd thought.
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Date: 2015-06-10 10:01 pm (UTC)For now, he let Capable lead him away from the edge, then reached out and took her hand. "You really drink as much water as you want?" he asked, a little amazed at the idea. He'd been allowed some, but he had never felt as though it was enough. That was why it was called an addiction, he'd thought.