[After everything that's happened, it strikes Capable as odd, realizing that they hadn't had any time to sit and speak with each other. Not that there was much to talk about, or much to say when they were all grimly set on the task ahead of them. Capable wasn't even convinced they'd actually see the end of it at all, but people had died for this idea, for this dream. It was too much to try and turn back after everything they'd lost so far.
She moves her hair back in place, running her fingers through it to try and work out some of the tangles before she goes on submerging it. Furiosa's hair looks awful, but she bites her tongue to keep from pointing it out so bluntly. It's weird enough that Furiosa has hair to begin with, honestly, and she does confirm she's Furiosa, and... Capable feels like she's going to get a headache.]
...Capable.
[A younger Furiosa, long hair and all, who didn't know who she was, apparently. None of this made sense.
She examines the other woman for a beat too long, before she takes a deep breath, blinking a few times and looking skyward to keep anything from falling. She had to be the strong one now, crying wouldn't do anything. She'd felt so numb after Angharad--
A deep breath again. It had been pushed beneath he surfaces for so long, the grief returning in bits and pieces now that she was in this place. The Green Place Except Not.]
Are we... dead? [It's a logical enough conclusion for her right now, since the idea of different time periods seemed wilder.]
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She moves her hair back in place, running her fingers through it to try and work out some of the tangles before she goes on submerging it. Furiosa's hair looks awful, but she bites her tongue to keep from pointing it out so bluntly. It's weird enough that Furiosa has hair to begin with, honestly, and she does confirm she's Furiosa, and... Capable feels like she's going to get a headache.]
...Capable.
[A younger Furiosa, long hair and all, who didn't know who she was, apparently. None of this made sense.
She examines the other woman for a beat too long, before she takes a deep breath, blinking a few times and looking skyward to keep anything from falling. She had to be the strong one now, crying wouldn't do anything. She'd felt so numb after Angharad--
A deep breath again. It had been pushed beneath he surfaces for so long, the grief returning in bits and pieces now that she was in this place. The Green Place Except Not.]
Are we... dead? [It's a logical enough conclusion for her right now, since the idea of different time periods seemed wilder.]