( 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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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.