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[Max stares for the longest time, at nothing - or perhaps at everything at once - just the barest twitch to his eye to suggest he's even there at all. He's lost somewhere inside himself, gaze falling to somewhere near his feet as he tries to match the heaviness settled in his chest to words that might make some sense to someone. It takes a while.]

[At length, he wets his dry lips, the words he's finally settled on heavy on his tongue.] I. I don't think... [But they're reluctant and, seemingly in defiance, they lodge somewhere in the back of his throat, He clears it to make room for them, twitching left and right on the balls of his feet.] ... you fully understand the nature of my... [He flicks a hand at the general space around him, swatting at it, brushing it away.] Situation.

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[Junko bounces on the balls of her feet excitedly.]

Oh oh oh! Are you in despair? That's good, that's good! Hope is a joke, after all~ Trust me, the more they hate you, the more they make you suffer; the more fun having a mun is!

[Max eyes her from a wary distance, fingers twitching briefly at his sides as she seems to vibrate where she stands. It puts him on edge, her incessant moving. Makes him nervous. He can't stop looking at her hands until she holds still.]

... Fun. [He grunts the word, condemning it with that one utterance, disapproving.] What fun?

It's fun because they want to make you miserableeee~~ I love it, it's so fun! It's even super high school level fun! Yaaaay! You don't look like you're having a good time, mister, why is that~??

Oh, I just love despair! Every time my mum puts me into a horrible situation...it makes me so filled with despair I could just die! It's so disgusting~ Salt the earth and destroy everything! I love it so much!

But I suppose if you're too unintelligent to understand such a decision than it's for the best that you never reach a place further than here. It's as far as you'll go, yes? Then it must be of no enjoyment for you, as foolish as you are.

[ooh, it's that bloodbag, the coveted feral with all his limbs and his eyes and his genitals intact. such a rare commodity but tainted with insanity, so many of 'em wanted to use him but slit had certainly been proud of his boy nux for claiming the wild thing. wanted to try his crazy blood too, sometime--]

What's to understand 'bout a bloodbag's situation, huh?

[and why ain't it muzzled?]

[Slit doesn't need the muzzle to silence him. Never much of a man for words, just the sight of him, a loyal War Boy ready to throw himself under the wheels of the Immortan just to have Max killed, is enough. Max clams up immediately, eyes darting, looking for options. His mouth stays stubbornly closed, the muscles in his jaw tightening. Private. It's private, the circumstances Max finds himself in.]

[He's not about to let a War Boy in on the secret.]

[this war boy is beyond intrigued. tilts his head and lowers his body like he's gonna pounce when he steps closer to the bloodbag, its tension obvious. probably twice his size but he wants it and all the ferocity teeming inside it could give him.]

I stooped to your level, bloodbag, now speak!

[demanding, lunging for him because he can't contain himself. got a shiv somewhere, perfect for carving...]

[Max is ready for a fair fight this time. His hands are free, unburdened by the heavy steel chain that they'd kept manacled to his wrist in the Citadel. He's lighter for it, faster, quicker to react and maneuver without the weight of it dragging him down. He's already shaken them out, loosening the tension in his fingers when Slit makes his move. Max doesn't even attempt to dodge, just growls low in his throat and shifts his feet just a little further apart, to shoulder width.]

[He welcomes Slit into his arm's reach. Lets him barrel into him, his bony shoulder connecting with the bottom of Max's ribs, knocking him off his feet. Max's heels slip on the fine grain of the sand, sweeping into the uneven surface and he slams onto his back. One hand clamps around one of Slit's wrist, intending to snap it backwards, to splinter bone under his grip and to bring Slit down to the ground with him.]

[said this 'bag was psychotic, that's what they tatted on him, and slit can see why when he slams forward and max doesn't do nothin' to get away or even fight back at first. just takes it and slit feels like he's just smashed into a brick wall. likes to think he's strong but colliding with the bloodbag is just--

he might have been able to tackle max to the sand but the crazy thing's got his wrist and he's twisting it - wrenching it backward like you would a gnarly piece of engine - and slit is crying out in pain, knees buckling and making him fall too. he thrashes, kicks at the bloodbag in a panic to get him off. off, off, off 'cause it hurts--]

Let go!

[snarl-spit at him as he struggles.]

[Oh hey Max how're shakes?]

None of them seem to get it. Or they do and they don't care.

The latter. Probably. [Max busies himself with the scrap of cloth he's using as a bandage around his knuckles, tugging at its loose threads, avoiding her eye.] Caring can be - [He struggles for the right word, eyes screwing up as he looks up to the sun for inspriation. Mmms thoughtfully under his breath.] - risky.

[Which isn't to say that it isn't worth it.]

Same as mine then. [Not keeping eye contact, letting her gaze move, watching the area, giving Max some 'space' rather than staring him down while he's so off-kilter.]

Everything worth doing is risky anymore.

[Still cagey, Max nods shaprly, humming his agreement. He understands the sentiment all too well.] Do or die.

[That's how it is now. That's how the world works. Every step could be a step in the wrong direction, right off a cliff's edge. There's no relief to be had in the wasteland, no time to breathe. Only an idiot with a death wish would try.]

[Cagey was good. It kept a person alive, rather than being too trusting or too slow to notice when another person's thoughts turned to violence, or the land itself decided to try it's hand at killing everything too stupid to notice the signs.]

Yours thinking of sending you somewhere?

[Mistakes are too costly to make.]

[He shrugs, a short, aborted movement that has him turning away to look out into the horizon, the distant future. Doesn't really know, not sure he even wants to. He lifts a hand to adjust the battered backpack looped across his shoulder, his belongings clattering noisily together.] Haven't found the right place.

[Assuming it's out there in the first place. He's not sure what he's looking for yet or where he might go to find it. Can't say for certain he'll know it even if he does.] Are you, y'know --? [He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. Going somewhere?]

She's looking at a couple places. [She tries not to think of the future, or what might happen years from then. Live now, survive now, and the future comes of it's own accord. All they can do is try and be ready for it.]

Wouldn't say no to some backup wherever I go. [It was dangerous to team up, but it was just as dangerous in many ways to be alone. And in a new place, with new rules, it was even worse.]

[He seems puzzled for a second, brow scrunching together. Relying on others, being with people has never been a talent of his, especially not when it comes to keeping them alive. Max is so used to fending for himself, alone, too used to letting people down that the suggestion has him spooked..]

[He stares hard at Furiosa, briefly, before something in his expression seems to lighten. The muscles in his jaw relaxes, tilts his head in consideration.] Mm.

[Seems sensible enough.] Safety in numbers?

[She could understand that. It was a risk to team up it always was, but if they both were able to take care of themselves then there was less potential trouble. At his question she offered a short nod of her own, satisfied that he seemed to get it.]

Exactly. New place, new rules, any advantage is important.

[Survival. That's all anything boils down to in the end. It's a cyclical existence with no end in sight but maybe, with her help, things could be different. Things could change. More than that, it could be... Well, tolerable. Each passing day wouldn't necessarily need to be such a relentless struggle.] It could work.

[Not that he's about to barrel into anything he's unsure of. He shifts his weight, turning his eyes down to his boots, kicking a toe into the dirt. Watches as the dust catches in the wind. He talks quietly, voice low, almost to himself.] I could maybe... help you. Somehow.

[He nods into his chest, still inspecting the ground.] Yeah. I could help.

[She's noticed herself that it's not as... bleak, when there are others. That even if all they offer each other is company it's not as dragging an existence.]

I'd appreciate it. We could... help each other. Somehow. [They could play nice together, she knew that much.]

Yeah. [The idea has merit. They have a common purpose in this world, an impossible goal they both seem to be endlessly striving towards. She's resourceful enough that she won't drag him down or he her. They could even work on his lousy communication skills.]

[Another moment of rolling the idea around, letting it settle into something solid, plausible. Max nods with a bit more certainty.] We're, uh... an effective team.

[Not like her communication skills are much better, for all she spoke more.]

You're pretty reliable. [A compliment, and an agreement, if she had to team up with someone for survival, Max was on her short list of people who wouldn't get them both killed.]

((ooc: I'm thinking of dropping her into kismet_loop so if you wanna drop Max in they can glare suspiciously at the Cybertronians together hahaha))

[ Everything around them is black void, but don't worry about it. ] What is there not to understand, Max?

[He suspects he might be dead. Finally. Except that the voices in his head and the little girl staring at him from the peripheral of his vision should be gone, replaced by a calming sense of relief.]

[When all he can really feel is a sickening sense of anxiety rolling through his muscles, making him tense. He clears his throat to unstick his dry tongue from the roof of his mouth.] Everything.

[ The Outsider looks distantly amused, as he often does, arms crossed. ] Is that so? A broken mind, a broken man haunted by his past and thrown to the arid shores without mercy. Chained like a dog and bled dry. Is that not all you are?

[ He knows it's not, but needling is in his nature. ]

[That's Max's greatest fear, that his humanity will eroded by circumstance into nothing. That he'll forget himself entirely, with nothing to dwell on but those he's abandoned.]

If I'm here -- [Wherever here may be. Anywhere that hasn't been worn away into dessert or mired in swamp seems almost inconceivable to him and, if he isn't where he needs to be, how can he begin to make a difference?] -- does it matter?

Here? [ His black eyes narrow, and he smiles slightly. ] We are nowhere. Here, of all places, it may be most important for one to know who one is. You wouldn't want to drop your last thread and have nothing to pull you back, would you?

Might be they have you here to try to...? Better understand, I mean.

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[3/3 whoops. junko kind of demands multiple posts shame on her]

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Ffff he's like one of those suspicious puppies I can't even XD

more or less! :3 poor bb has some serious trust issues man.

Not like this is any surprise I mean jfc XD

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