Through all of this, from the very beginning, one hope has been recurring in Nux's heart: that whatever the reason the gates refuse to open for him -- or whatever the truth out there might really be -- that he's lived all this extra time to be able to do something great. He'd thought to do it with his death, and it's still an adjustment, trying to think of it as something he could do with his life.
But that's all to say that when he first gets to the green place, he wonders if this might have been it all along. He'd caught glimpses, the faintest glimpses of it before, moving through the aquacoladucts, and he's seen the produce, but... he'd never imagined that there was this much of it. It's almost too jarring to be beautiful, like he doesn't know how to love it. He grips her hand tightly, staring all around them, astonished.
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Date: 2015-06-24 07:57 pm (UTC)But that's all to say that when he first gets to the green place, he wonders if this might have been it all along. He'd caught glimpses, the faintest glimpses of it before, moving through the aquacoladucts, and he's seen the produce, but... he'd never imagined that there was this much of it. It's almost too jarring to be beautiful, like he doesn't know how to love it. He grips her hand tightly, staring all around them, astonished.