[ Furiosa fixes a long look at Max. Time often passes like this, spaces filled up with silence that dwarfs the words they exchange. It's comfortable. Despite the frustration it often causes, keeping him an unsolved mystery, she prefers that he doesn't need to fill the space with words. It makes everything he says a little more impactful.
And he knows things, sometimes. Things from the Old World he reveals in bits and pieces. How, she hasn't quite figured out. Would he tell her if she asks?
She still flinches when another booms in the air, her shoulders barely inching higher towards her ears, but at least she has the safety of brick walls now. She sits back on her knees, observing them carefully. ]
Are they for anything? Or just flash?
[ Many things here, she's found, don't have a direct purpose. So much is about posturing and image. At least there's excess here to actually afford it. She wonders what occasion might make Joe or Dementus burn through precious gun powder just to show off. ]
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And he knows things, sometimes. Things from the Old World he reveals in bits and pieces. How, she hasn't quite figured out. Would he tell her if she asks?
She still flinches when another booms in the air, her shoulders barely inching higher towards her ears, but at least she has the safety of brick walls now. She sits back on her knees, observing them carefully. ]
Are they for anything? Or just flash?
[ Many things here, she's found, don't have a direct purpose. So much is about posturing and image. At least there's excess here to actually afford it. She wonders what occasion might make Joe or Dementus burn through precious gun powder just to show off. ]