Video // Action Station Park

[kill_switch]

Who: Furiosa and you?
Broadcast: Video/Open
Action: Station Park
When: Now

[Furiosa has been thinking lately; unfocused, meandering, leisurely. It's been an adjustment being in an environment that is at the same time far more free and open than the society she'd come from, and yet with distinct and unbreakable limitations.]

[Sitting with Max in the park, helping to build and grow the gardens on the Iskalut, even just caring for her own little plant from Asteffiel, were in themselves little victories, prided moments.]

[She begins a video feed in the park, the camera focused on a crow as she tosses it bits of bread (that, alone, was different; having enough food that you could give it to such a feathered thief.]

What are your favorite parts of the station? Where do you want to visit one more time before we go?.

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[kill_switch]

War. Nuclear fallout. Men fighting men about what they always fight about.

[imahologram]

I'm sorry.

[More apologizing, yes, but what else can she offer at that point?]

Maybe you can clear the poison from the ground. As long as your planet or your people exist, there's hope.

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa goes quiet. She understands Leia's sympathy, and maybe given enough time she was right, but as from the last moment she left, they were looking at a long, drawn out journey.]

Hope can be a dangerous thing. [You can't just wish for things to get better ... you have to go out and grab it yourself.]

[imahologram]

I know.

[Hope led me to the Rebellion, and Alderaan paid for that. Now my hope has led the Empire here. I don't think the galaxy can survive much more hope from me. Not so long ago, and yet a lifetime past.]

But hopelessness carries a heavier price, in the end.

[kill_switch]

Hm. [Hopelessness drove people to do things they otherwise never would have even considered. She'd seen it, and it was ugly.]

Either way, there's not much point in worrying. Nothing I can do from here.