No one thought Nux could survive such a massive wreck, although given how many times he had proven sorely lacking in the ability to kill himself off; someone should have gone back to check. She would have gone back herself if she wasn't so sorely needed to sort out the new change in regime at the Citadel. Water was no longer such a guarded commodity. Life for the people living there no longer such a terrible, awful, burden. Spirits began to lift. The Wives became known as something more than just property. They were called by their given names, names that were cheered in the streets even as Nux's makeshift vehicle sputtered towards the life.

Capable thought he was in Valhalla, that he had gone out in the blaze of glory he had always wanted and she made certain his sacrifice wouldn't be forgotten. Imagine, if you will, thousands of ragged strangers chanting his name once he announced who he was.

She couldn't stop herself from rushing out to meet him as soon as he was lifted up into the Citadel. Losing all sense of decorum entirely as she threw herself in his arms and tucked her face against his neck.

"Valhalla wasn't ready for the likes of you yet."