That's a thought pattern that a War Boy would understand, certainly. They prefer death to defeat, and if Thor wanted to tell his tale of battling Hela, or of older battles against less personal foes, he'd find a rapt audience. Furiosa takes a longer view, though, in her quiet, grim way. She learned it in those first days out of the Green Place, on the dusty road with her dying mother. She shares it with Max. A single, vital instinct: Survive.
Any battle you can walk away from has not been truly lost.
Her thoughts are not so dark right now, though. She's watching Thor listen to the children of the New Green Place, the heartbeat of the Citadel in the form of drums and chant, and she thinks he may see something of value, if only he can hang onto it in his grief.
The children beam at the compliment and both give him that same salute the men below gave Furiosa: hands clasped in front of foreheads, then pulled down to their hearts. It's a combination of the V8 and the Vuvalini memorial gesture. Hush also bounces a little on her toes, excitement uncontainable, but Furiosa gives the children an approving nod and puts her hand on Thor's back to steer him away before they can start talking at him again.
"Some day," she tells him once they've moved off, "our children will be able to play more and work less, but in the meantime it's good for them to see how what they do is valued."
They're walking down a stony passage now, carved out of the rock and worn smooth by time and many feet and hands. There are paintings along the walls, and they probably mostly look nonsensical to Thor. They're mostly engine parts, gears and cogs, all twined with flowers and stylized bones. Up ahead, sunlight pours through the end of the tunnel, and there's a distinct smell of water and plants.
"This is the hydroponic garden," Furiosa says. "And the Greenthumbs' testing chambers. The more delicate plants and the ones we haven't tried on terraces yet grow here."
When they come out of the tunnel, the chamber at the end is very long, with windows cut into the rock along the whole length. There are curtains or blinds made of stitched and woven plastic and leather at the sides of each window, pulled back to let in the light. And the plants are everywhere, up to the ceiling, set up on elaborate gear and pulley systems such that a turn of a wheel at the end of each row will change their positions, giving each an equal turn at the sunlight and the shade.
There are a lot of people in here, too, mostly women and teenagers or children. It's light labor, checking the plants for bugs or disease and hand-pollinating them, but vital, and it requires good eyes. Thor may recognize some of the plants: tomatoes, strawberries, radishes, greens, and a huge variety of herbs.
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Any battle you can walk away from has not been truly lost.
Her thoughts are not so dark right now, though. She's watching Thor listen to the children of the New Green Place, the heartbeat of the Citadel in the form of drums and chant, and she thinks he may see something of value, if only he can hang onto it in his grief.
The children beam at the compliment and both give him that same salute the men below gave Furiosa: hands clasped in front of foreheads, then pulled down to their hearts. It's a combination of the V8 and the Vuvalini memorial gesture. Hush also bounces a little on her toes, excitement uncontainable, but Furiosa gives the children an approving nod and puts her hand on Thor's back to steer him away before they can start talking at him again.
"Some day," she tells him once they've moved off, "our children will be able to play more and work less, but in the meantime it's good for them to see how what they do is valued."
They're walking down a stony passage now, carved out of the rock and worn smooth by time and many feet and hands. There are paintings along the walls, and they probably mostly look nonsensical to Thor. They're mostly engine parts, gears and cogs, all twined with flowers and stylized bones. Up ahead, sunlight pours through the end of the tunnel, and there's a distinct smell of water and plants.
"This is the hydroponic garden," Furiosa says. "And the Greenthumbs' testing chambers. The more delicate plants and the ones we haven't tried on terraces yet grow here."
When they come out of the tunnel, the chamber at the end is very long, with windows cut into the rock along the whole length. There are curtains or blinds made of stitched and woven plastic and leather at the sides of each window, pulled back to let in the light. And the plants are everywhere, up to the ceiling, set up on elaborate gear and pulley systems such that a turn of a wheel at the end of each row will change their positions, giving each an equal turn at the sunlight and the shade.
There are a lot of people in here, too, mostly women and teenagers or children. It's light labor, checking the plants for bugs or disease and hand-pollinating them, but vital, and it requires good eyes. Thor may recognize some of the plants: tomatoes, strawberries, radishes, greens, and a huge variety of herbs.