[She pulls up short as soon as Kofun is in front of her, fear and annoyance both flickering over her face as she looks up at him, then past him, trying to see where Angharad has gone.
She has, at least, been here for long enough to know that most of the men are more like Max than the Immortan, that while she doesn't trust them, she doesn't need to hate them. The scars on his face help, too, putting her in mind of her own brand. It stops her from immediately trying to throw a punch, if nothing else, but she will try to shove her way past him.]
I have to go to her! I can save her this time!
[She was so close, when Angharad fell. If only she'd reached out sooner.]
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She has, at least, been here for long enough to know that most of the men are more like Max than the Immortan, that while she doesn't trust them, she doesn't need to hate them. The scars on his face help, too, putting her in mind of her own brand. It stops her from immediately trying to throw a punch, if nothing else, but she will try to shove her way past him.]
I have to go to her! I can save her this time!
[She was so close, when Angharad fell. If only she'd reached out sooner.]