I do not own Mad Max : Fury Road .
Duh.
The Wives
Guilt
"Reload the clip."
"I . . . can't ."
Oh give me the damn thing.
You.
We're out here because of you. Because of your ideals, your driving force. Because you just believed, just knew, we could have something better than being possessions, being things.
So now we're out here because you gave us hope, gave us the idea that we, and these Warlord jr babies, could be free.
And now you can't even be useful, not even for one second. You're the one he's after the most. If you had stayed, he might have let the rest of us go.
Probably not.
But still.
And now here we are, in the middle of the wasteland. Being chased by him. And all his half-life fanatical kamacrazies.
That idiot winged your leg, barely more than a nick. But he'll be madder than ever if he catches us.
And just for that nick, he'll make the rest of us pay. Not even for running away but just for that one nick alone, we'll be punished.
And you'll be coddled. At least til that kid's born.
Because you're his favorite. You and that baby.
We're not caught yet, no. This woman, this brutal, viscious woman, she won't give up until she's dead. They'll have to rip her apart, shred her, before she'll give us up, before she'll stop.
He might have let us go if not for you .
His prize wife, his prize possession.
His Splendid Angharad.
Even the name itself means 'magnificent beloved one'.
And you can't even load a damn gun. What use are you other than to look pretty and make his perfect babies?
Then she deterred the fatal shot to Furiosa with her own body, with the life of Immortan Joe's unborn child.
Then she cut the chain.
Dodged the rock.
Fell.
And died.
No . . .
Man, that was a bummer, huh?
Talk about your thoughts coming back to bite you in the butt.
Anyway, short and not so sweet here. I'm sure you'll let me know.
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