Nux reached his hands up to clutch at his head, still clearly lost in this world of flying people and shadows and wounds that healed in minutes instead of lingering for weeks.
"I don't want to be magic. I don't understand this magic. My world is the power of the V8 and bullets and guzzoline and blood. What's magic? You can't touch it."
He dragged his hands over his face.
"And how can there be more than one world? The world's big enough, wasteland as far as the eye can see. How can there be more than one?"
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"I don't want to be magic. I don't understand this magic. My world is the power of the V8 and bullets and guzzoline and blood. What's magic? You can't touch it."
He dragged his hands over his face.
"And how can there be more than one world? The world's big enough, wasteland as far as the eye can see. How can there be more than one?"