[ 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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[ 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.