She couldn't forget him, not his warmth felt next to her, his gentleness, or his kindness, and she especially couldn't forget the way that they parted. She had left him reluctantly, knowing very well that he wanted to protect her, protect them, even if it cost his life, and she very well witnessed him as he did so, fulfilling his final wish. She felt terribly returning to the citadel without him, especially as she'd hoped quite dearly that she'd be able to enjoy her new found freedom with him. Although she couldn't protect him in the end, and although she couldn't be with him now, she made sure that she would at least be with the other war boys.

Since they had returned to the citadel The Dag, Cheedo, and the last of The Many Mothers had all begun tending to the seeds that the Keeper of Seeds had left to them. Furiosa had become the leader of the citadel, and Toast became the watcher of resources; keeping track of how many bullets and how much guzzoline the citadel had, as well as how much food, milk, and water was yielded. Indeed, with everyone in their places and the dictatorship of Immortan Joe a not so distant memory, things functioned very smoothly. Regardless of this however, the whole in Capable's heart was still agape, and she could feel it all the same, still. It hadn't been but a few days since their return, and Capable had been instructed by Furiosa to man an expedition back to the canyon to search the rubble for parts and scrap metal. At hearing the task, she could feel a deep sadness forming within her, and although what few war boys where left, and the war pups that she had become somewhat close with rejoiced at this new mission away from the citadel, she couldn't help but to feel hesitant to going back there, to the place where she'd lost Nux.

As they arrived, she warned the boys to use caution when going through the rubble, as some rocks were likely still unstable, she figured that too much weight on them could cause them to fall. Although she was in mourning, she refused to let her feelings get in the way of the boys she was now partially in charge of. The ruble was ripe with scrap metal in the wake of the pile up that allowed their return home, and she too rummaged through what she could to find what she could. They had been there for what had felt like an hour when one of the older war pups came to her, and stood behind her. "Umm," He started. "Mother Capable, I think you might want to see this." She turned and followed him for quite a while, until they came across what could only be described as the crumpled shell of the war rig, which was now lying on its side. Her breath stilled in her lungs before her body shot forward running, and now climbing what was left of the war rig. As the war boy that had lead her here yelled to her, panicked, asking what she was doing, she told him sternly to help her. As she scrambled onto the war rig, she tried her best to push what rocks she could off the overturned truck in an effort to get to the door. After more war boys and pups came to her aid, they were able to clear the door off and pry it open. As the door opened, her eyes grew wide and welled with tears. "Nux!" She yelled, as she could see him lying there, rocks still on him, and his body limp. As more boys crowded around, hearing her yelling, she cried as she moved the rocks off of him. As more of the boys and pups understood what was going on, they reached climbed onto the now crumbled (and almost non-existent hood) and helped her get him out and raise him out of the front seat.

Once he was out, they lay him down slowly, and Capable fell to her knees next to him as she cried. "I'm sorry Nux, I'm so sorry." As the war boys and pups stood around her, now at a loss to see Mother Capable crying, and their old friend Nux now dead, they said nothing, and just watched. As she lay her head on him now, and mourned him, she could feel a strange noise from him now. Although it was weak, she could hear a shallow wheezing, and lifted her head from his chest immediately. "Nux!" She called now almost hysterical now, and placed her hand on the side of his neck to now feel a weak heartbeat. She quickly stood, and turned to the boys now behind her. "He's alive!" Her voice cracked. The boys stood shocked for a moment, before they grabbed him and carried him hurriedly to the car Capable had ridden in. Capable told a small group of war boys and a few of the older war pups to come with her, and told the rest to gather what parts and scrape metal had been found and return to the citadel. With a renewed sense of urgency Capable rushed to the car she had come in and told the war boy who was behind the wheel to go. As they raced against time, they all sped toward home, Furiosa, and the organic mechanics.

Seeing the cars returning with furious speed, one of the older war boys yelled to Furiosa that something was wrong. As she stood, walked over, and looked through the looking glass, she could see that the car that Capable had ridden in leading the pack of quickly moving cars, and yelled to the other war boys to lower the elevation mechanism and to be ready. As Capable returned with her small group, they wasted no time in lifting Nux and rushing toward the citadel, and onto the elevation mechanism. Furiosa and many of the other war boys met them at the top and seeing Nux asked what was going on. As Capable told them that he was alive and had to hurry, they rushed down into the den of the organic mechanics, and lay him down on a table. An organic mechanic was over in a flash, recognizing the urgency of the situation and asked what was going on. After explaining how they found Nux, the organic mechanic felt the boy's abdomen and said that at least three of his ribs had been broken on his left side, and after further inspection declared that his left arm had been broken as well. Although he was bruised extensively, he had been lucky to have been pulled from the crash with his life still intact.

After everyone was told to leave the den, Capable waited anxiously outside, waiting for news of whether he would be okay. Finally, although it felt like hours had passed, Furiosa exited the den, and told Capable that Nux would be alright. After they rehydrated him, and bandaged his torso and left arm, they observed him as he sleep, and it didn't seem as though one of his lungs had been punctured, and that there didn't seem to be any internal bleeding. As Capable's eyes began to water, Furiosa said that she could go in to see him. She swallowed hard and asked if it would be really okay. When Furiosa guaranteed her that it was, Capable reentered the den with her breath held. As she saw him there, breathing more steadily now, she exhaled, and choked back tears. Here he was, alive. Somehow, he had been denied Valhalla once more, and was once again here with her. Her heart swelled, and she could no longer hold back her tears, she was so happy that he was alive, and was so lucky to have been able to return here fast enough with him. As she wiped away her tears, she smiled deeply to see his sleeping face again. Although he was now more bruised and hurt than she had ever seen him before, glory, was she happy to see him at all. As she sat on the floor beside his bed, she lay her head on the edge of his bed, and closed her eyes, now feeling her adrenaline fading, tiredness finding her. As she fell asleep, one final tear fell from her eye, and soaked the thin mattress beneath her head.