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driftfleet2017-10-10 05:46 pm
kill_switch) wrote in driftfleet2017-10-10 05:46 pm
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[The feed opens on Furiosa. She's looking like any of the other Flooters who had found themselves caught in the meteor's wake; a little like death warmed over. Her face is paler than usual, except for the dark circles under her eyes. She hasn't taken care to shear her hair recently, and it's something of a greasy fuzz over her scalp. Her eyes have always had that wastelander haunt to them - though perhaps not as deeply as Max's - but there were few moments when she actually looked directly at the camera. She was wrapped up in blankets, cold, and tired, but unable to sleep.]
I'm not one for religions. They all seem pretty useless to me. In my world, you had the here and now and you could come up with any idea on what happened after and it was anyone's guess. No one knew. The -- [What would she even call life at the Citadel?] -- society -- I was a part of, however, believed in Valhalla. They followed a crazy tyrant who claimed he would lead them in the afterlife.
[She shifts to get more comfortable. Even though she was wordier than Max, it's not by much, and this is a lot to talk about all at once. It's a lot of details from her world (though, notable, not exactly her own life. That she still held close to the chest).] My world was poisoned. There were Half-Lifes who never made it through their second decade. They would either get sick, whither away, fall victim to lesions and tumors. Or ... through the Cult of the V8, Immortan Joe [No hiding the vitriol in that name], and Valhalla, they would 'Live, Die, Live again.'
The goal, then, was to die heroic on the Fury Road. For others to bear witness to your triumphant end and what would hopefully be their entrance into Valhalla. It's all lies told to boys so they'd happily follow a maniac to the very brink of hell. [She pauses, looks down at her hand. She had a point, what was her point? Why was she telling everyone this?]
[When she continues, her voice is softer,] This is not Valhalla. Whatever reason the Atroma saw fit to bring us back, it's not about glory, or immortality. It's selfish, flippant, belligerent.
[Not that she's not happy to be back; but she doesn't want it going to her head. This is just as much a warning to herself as it is to others.] It's always an end. Don't forget that.
I'm not one for religions. They all seem pretty useless to me. In my world, you had the here and now and you could come up with any idea on what happened after and it was anyone's guess. No one knew. The -- [What would she even call life at the Citadel?] -- society -- I was a part of, however, believed in Valhalla. They followed a crazy tyrant who claimed he would lead them in the afterlife.
[She shifts to get more comfortable. Even though she was wordier than Max, it's not by much, and this is a lot to talk about all at once. It's a lot of details from her world (though, notable, not exactly her own life. That she still held close to the chest).] My world was poisoned. There were Half-Lifes who never made it through their second decade. They would either get sick, whither away, fall victim to lesions and tumors. Or ... through the Cult of the V8, Immortan Joe [No hiding the vitriol in that name], and Valhalla, they would 'Live, Die, Live again.'
The goal, then, was to die heroic on the Fury Road. For others to bear witness to your triumphant end and what would hopefully be their entrance into Valhalla. It's all lies told to boys so they'd happily follow a maniac to the very brink of hell. [She pauses, looks down at her hand. She had a point, what was her point? Why was she telling everyone this?]
[When she continues, her voice is softer,] This is not Valhalla. Whatever reason the Atroma saw fit to bring us back, it's not about glory, or immortality. It's selfish, flippant, belligerent.
[Not that she's not happy to be back; but she doesn't want it going to her head. This is just as much a warning to herself as it is to others.] It's always an end. Don't forget that.
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A spirit of justice, huh? How dos that<>/i> work?
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I am not sure what you mean. [He tilts his head. This entire time, he has watched her without blinking, his mouth drawn into a neutral frown.] I am what I am. I aspire to justice in all I do. A spirit of courage aspires to courage, and a spirit of wisdom aspires to wisdom. All spirits have a virtue we are dedicated to upholding.
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Justice isn't exactly objective. Where does your sense of it come from?
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That... is a good question. [She's right. Justice isn't objective. He has seen that in the mortal world, where sometimes even he is not entirely sure what the right thing is. He does not know where his moral code came from--he only knows that he's always had it.] It is intuitive to me, just as wisdom is intuitive to a spirit of wisdom and compassion is intuitive to a spirit of compassion. That does not mean that my sense of it is infallible. I make mistakes, and when I do, I must learn from them. I am a being that aspires to be just; I am not a literal embodiment of the concept.