It's funny, Furiosa blends easily enough into the ranks of the Nexus. She's reserved enough that it's very rare for anything that offends the sensibilities of those from wealthier worlds to escape her lips. For all that, though, she comes from a place of violence, predation, madness, and deprivation, and what might make a "normal" Nexus denizen cower or run or vomit simply strikes her as interesting.

Bones and all! No waste. She approves, not that this being cares about her approval.

"If we can't stop the dying, you're correct." Furiosa can't ignore the possibility that everything they've built since Joe's death is doomed. She's too practical. But she's also stubborn as fuck, and she'll keep trying until her last breath leaves her body.

"We have a place to rebuild from, over a huge aquifer. We're doing well in our little corner of the Wasteland. Plants are spreading, we have clean water, some animals. Everyone eats, and sickness is dwindling. Technology from the Nexus helps a lot. But it's possible we'll just be the last ones standing, on the last oasis on the planet until it gives out, too. I hope not. But I can't know for sure."

"And until I know, I'm going to keep fighting."