Nux, on the other hand, was completely silent after they'd made their way into this new place. He ignored her jubilance, because he was completely overwhelmed. Everything had happened so fast, faster than on a fury road, faster and wilder than any road war that had ever been fought.
Now he was in a warm place, a place of carved wooden columns, and delicate tapestries, and burning torches. A place of tiny lights and food smells better than anything he'd ever smelled. A huge globe rose up before him, a globe of...something, with strange shapes on it, covered in little bright lights, and through the windows of this place he saw...something. White stone? (He'd never seen ice before). It glittered so shiny, reflecting the light of the moon in ways he'd never seen stone do. And in the sky through those windows he saw stars and shimmering waves of colors, colors that didn't exist in his world of blood and sand and rust.
Whirring through the air were little...flying things, made of bright parts. And there were furry things he had no names for and tiny people with bells and... and...
And it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Little lights and white stone and waves of color. Little flying wonders whirring through the air.
Maybe he was in Valhalla. Maybe there were fields of danger before the dead got through to the end-place, to where there were feasts and brightness and peace. Perhaps the girl was someone else who'd died long ago, one of the heroes of old, come to carry him home through the fields of danger that tried to stop the dead from getting there.
After all, if life was as harrowing as it was, maybe death was the same. Maybe it was a fight first before you reached the hallowed halls you were meant to revel in for all time.
It was shinier than he ever could have imagined, but so different than he'd imagined. Warmer and softer and less chrome than he'd thought. No hardness to it. But that was alright. It was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
As he looked up at it all, mouth hanging open, he started to weep, tears streaming down his face.
"It's shinier than I imagined," he said to Cassie, breathlessly, kneeling there on the floor. "Is this it? Am I arrived in Valhalla?"
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Now he was in a warm place, a place of carved wooden columns, and delicate tapestries, and burning torches. A place of tiny lights and food smells better than anything he'd ever smelled. A huge globe rose up before him, a globe of...something, with strange shapes on it, covered in little bright lights, and through the windows of this place he saw...something. White stone? (He'd never seen ice before). It glittered so shiny, reflecting the light of the moon in ways he'd never seen stone do. And in the sky through those windows he saw stars and shimmering waves of colors, colors that didn't exist in his world of blood and sand and rust.
Whirring through the air were little...flying things, made of bright parts. And there were furry things he had no names for and tiny people with bells and... and...
And it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Little lights and white stone and waves of color. Little flying wonders whirring through the air.
Maybe he was in Valhalla. Maybe there were fields of danger before the dead got through to the end-place, to where there were feasts and brightness and peace. Perhaps the girl was someone else who'd died long ago, one of the heroes of old, come to carry him home through the fields of danger that tried to stop the dead from getting there.
After all, if life was as harrowing as it was, maybe death was the same. Maybe it was a fight first before you reached the hallowed halls you were meant to revel in for all time.
It was shinier than he ever could have imagined, but so different than he'd imagined. Warmer and softer and less chrome than he'd thought. No hardness to it. But that was alright. It was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
As he looked up at it all, mouth hanging open, he started to weep, tears streaming down his face.
"It's shinier than I imagined," he said to Cassie, breathlessly, kneeling there on the floor. "Is this it? Am I arrived in Valhalla?"