He didn't, less because of that and more because whether the Immortan was dead or not, his words would linger on for quite some time in Nux's mind and in the minds of the other lost children of the Citadel. He took only a few hasty mouthfuls, not minding the coppery rusty taste of it -- like blood, he thought -- or the tepid warmth, although it did hurt a little when he swallowed. He coughed when he pulled away and bit back a grimace. He had been weak before her on the war rig, but it wouldn't do now. Not to show weakness because of a few measly war wounds. She was right: that had been trained out of him.

Instead, he took a step back and looked around, surveying their surroundings again. "This is yours?" he asked softly.