( What is the short and easy explanation for she was made in a lab to be a weapon? Probably something along the lines of: )
I was made in a lab. To be a weapon.
( Something she wouldn't normally tell just anyone, but at this point, Furiosa's seen her fight. Seen her kill. Spent enough time with her, she's earned Laura's trust.
And besides, at this point in her life, she feels so detached from her childhood, it doesn't particularly impact her one way or another to talk about it. Stating simple facts without delving into feelings about it costs her nothing. )
That's why I don't blame him. They stole his DNA to make me. That's all. It's just genetics.
( Not a real relationship. Not really father and daughter. Not really anything. Just stolen seed, and a byproduct that he didn't ask for. That's all, the end.
She hasn't missed the lack of answer, by the way. She'll circle back around to that if Furiosa doesn't. Eventually. )
My mother was a breeder. I never met her. They killed them after we were born. It was smart of you to become a weapon instead. Good weapons last longer.
[ It's not much, but it's all Furiosa can offer. Sorry won't bring her back, but there's a type of peace being released from a life of being owned one way or another. Good weapons last longer, but good weapons also have to watch. ]
And I hope you got to pike whoever did it through the throat.
( All of them, she's a little startled to realize — whatever remained of Transigen died when the TVA nuked her timeline. They're all gone. That's pretty satisfying to think about, in a way. )
[ Furiosa is assuming that she didn't get to to it herself or she would have said so. A shame, but not such a great one that it's worth wishing them back. Plenty of terrible men walk the planet. Some get their righteously deserved deaths, long and drawn out. Others, you just take the win where you can.
And Furiosa leaves it there for a long moment. There's something still lingering. She won't speak for Logan. She won't speak for Laura's mother, a woman who never asked to be part of this.
But she can speak for herself. ]
So no. No kids for me in this lifetime. But if I had a daughter, I'd be proud if she was like you.
( It takes her a long time to respond to that. Several minutes spent with her hand curled into a fist, pressed lightly against her lips, swallowing down something heavy in a throat that feels too thick.
It's just.
Nice. One of the nicest things anyone's ever said to her.
Which makes it especially lame when all she can manage to say at first is: )
Thank you.
( Which is woefully insufficient. She knows it is. So a minute later, she adds: )
I'm sure the woman who birthed me was nothing like you, but if I got to pick, I'd have wanted her to be.
[ This place is full of novel social experiences for Furiosa. Never once before did she think she could feel anxiety while she waits for a text message. Honestly, it's a combination of words that would've sent Furiosa just a few months ago into a coma.
She worries if she overstepped or said something wrong, but then Laura responds and she knows they're in step.
Thank you feels too thin and pale. There's a magnitude to Laura's statement in turn that builds the longer Furiosa thinks about it. ]
You call me if you ever need anything. I mean it.
[ Even if it's just throwing grenades into the mud again. ]
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I was made in a lab. To be a weapon.
( Something she wouldn't normally tell just anyone, but at this point, Furiosa's seen her fight. Seen her kill. Spent enough time with her, she's earned Laura's trust.
And besides, at this point in her life, she feels so detached from her childhood, it doesn't particularly impact her one way or another to talk about it. Stating simple facts without delving into feelings about it costs her nothing. )
That's why I don't blame him.
They stole his DNA to make me. That's all. It's just genetics.
( Not a real relationship. Not really father and daughter. Not really anything. Just stolen seed, and a byproduct that he didn't ask for. That's all, the end.
She hasn't missed the lack of answer, by the way. She'll circle back around to that if Furiosa doesn't. Eventually. )
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It's an inversion of what she's used to, but the same in a way. Children as a commodity for some purpose they never asked for.
(She probably owes Logan an apology.)
She supposes that kind of honesty deserves some in kind. ]
The man who owned me kept wives. Breeders.
I was supposed to be one.
I made it so I was more useful to him as a weapon.
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I never met her.
They killed them after we were born.
It was smart of you to become a weapon instead. Good weapons last longer.
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[ It's not much, but it's all Furiosa can offer. Sorry won't bring her back, but there's a type of peace being released from a life of being owned one way or another. Good weapons last longer, but good weapons also have to watch. ]
And I hope you got to pike whoever did it through the throat.
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( All of them, she's a little startled to realize — whatever remained of Transigen died when the TVA nuked her timeline. They're all gone. That's pretty satisfying to think about, in a way. )
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[ Furiosa is assuming that she didn't get to to it herself or she would have said so. A shame, but not such a great one that it's worth wishing them back. Plenty of terrible men walk the planet. Some get their righteously deserved deaths, long and drawn out. Others, you just take the win where you can.
And Furiosa leaves it there for a long moment. There's something still lingering. She won't speak for Logan. She won't speak for Laura's mother, a woman who never asked to be part of this.
But she can speak for herself. ]
So no.
No kids for me in this lifetime.
But if I had a daughter, I'd be proud if she was like you.
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It's just.
Nice. One of the nicest things anyone's ever said to her.
Which makes it especially lame when all she can manage to say at first is: )
Thank you.
( Which is woefully insufficient. She knows it is. So a minute later, she adds: )
I'm sure the woman who birthed me was nothing like you, but if I got to pick, I'd have wanted her to be.
🎀?
She worries if she overstepped or said something wrong, but then Laura responds and she knows they're in step.
Thank you feels too thin and pale. There's a magnitude to Laura's statement in turn that builds the longer Furiosa thinks about it. ]
You call me if you ever need anything.
I mean it.
[ Even if it's just throwing grenades into the mud again. ]
🎀!
( And she means this with her whole heart: )
Thank you.