"Are you ever going to start saying words I understand?" he asked and after all that elation (over reaching Valhalla, which he had not) and the fear (which was pretty understandable, given his situation) that was maybe something like humor coming out.
That was a good sign.
"You're from a different people, aren't you. Like the Many Mothers," he said. "They're also from the wasteland but they have...different ways."
That was the only word he could think of to describe how they believed different things, had different sayings, had different gestures.
He put the mug down.
"Like the War Boys, we have - " He showed her the sign of the V8, a gesture he no longer put much stock behind. So much of it was tied to Immortan Joe that it didn't feel comfortable anymore, as much as he'd never stopped respecting its power. To worship the V8 was to worship Joe and he wasn't sure yet how to separate them apart. "But the Many Mothers have -"
And he showed her their sign of mourning - the last thing he'd seen Capable do before he'd crashed the war rig.
"When they lose someone. Different...ways. Things. Signs. Different reasons for them, too."
Different beliefs.
The War Boys and Many Mothers had more things in common than he had with this stranger, because they were both from the Wasteland, but they had their differences. And just like his people had their differences from the Many Mothers he was starting to understand that he and this Cassie had very different frames of reference, even if they were speaking the same language.
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That was a good sign.
"You're from a different people, aren't you. Like the Many Mothers," he said. "They're also from the wasteland but they have...different ways."
That was the only word he could think of to describe how they believed different things, had different sayings, had different gestures.
He put the mug down.
"Like the War Boys, we have - " He showed her the sign of the V8, a gesture he no longer put much stock behind. So much of it was tied to Immortan Joe that it didn't feel comfortable anymore, as much as he'd never stopped respecting its power. To worship the V8 was to worship Joe and he wasn't sure yet how to separate them apart. "But the Many Mothers have -"
And he showed her their sign of mourning - the last thing he'd seen Capable do before he'd crashed the war rig.
"When they lose someone. Different...ways. Things. Signs. Different reasons for them, too."
Different beliefs.
The War Boys and Many Mothers had more things in common than he had with this stranger, because they were both from the Wasteland, but they had their differences. And just like his people had their differences from the Many Mothers he was starting to understand that he and this Cassie had very different frames of reference, even if they were speaking the same language.