[The dangerous fork in the road, here in this moment. Max sees it on either side of Furiosa as he avoids her gaze — a path of truth, and a path of a lie. Maybe — maybe it's possible that he can do both. A horrible, ugly half-lie, one that will keep her feet on the ground in Etraya while he tries to make sense of the curveball that this city has so suddenly thrown at him. How was he supposed to know? That she would wake up here, just before he'd arrived? Whatever the case, he needs time. Time to think. Time he does not have, here in this moment, needing to give her something that makes sense.
A half-truth it is, then. There is an ocean of truth over a deep, dark trench of secrets.
A half-truth, he can do. He can make it real, even as the voices in the dark matter of his brain object. He lets go of her hand, takes a step back, and rubs his thumb over the warmer space on his palm that had gripped her.]
Not by choice.
You know — you know how easy it is to lose it. Ahmm.
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A half-truth it is, then. There is an ocean of truth over a deep, dark trench of secrets.
A half-truth, he can do. He can make it real, even as the voices in the dark matter of his brain object. He lets go of her hand, takes a step back, and rubs his thumb over the warmer space on his palm that had gripped her.]
Not by choice.
You know — you know how easy it is to lose it. Ahmm.
[He wets his lips, looks up at her.]
Freedom.