Armed, so he's not entirely stupid, that's fine. You've got to be crazy or stupid or have some swinging, lead nuts to go it alone without a vehicle out here, even with his Brothers and Sisters minding this patch of the wastes. Ezio makes no effort to hide the solid once-over he gives this stranger, pulling his lenses down.
The Citadel? The things he's heard about that place in recent weeks, where there's constant water now and green life, green life like there used to be. God and his two princes were pulled from their thrones, replaced by his own Imperator...Ezio can't say he isn't happy things were shaken up. Despots deserve annihilation for their sins.
This stranger though, he looks a little...too well to be headed that direction. Healthy, tanned, maybe a bit underfed but Welcome to Dystopia, after all. Can't be a dying War Boy, he has his hair. Can't be one of the wretched diseased who might not have heard what Furiosa did to Joe.
Careful, calculated, Ezio throws out,"Going to spit on the Immortan's grave?" to test a reaction. He nods at him. "You're still days out. How much water do you have?"
So he's showing more face. Max doesn't much care, and also still can't entirely get a read on this guy. He keeps steady, keeps neutral. Watches and listens for any movement around as well as behind, because for all that this may be a fairly calm patch of wasteland, anyone who trusts anything out here is merely signing up to be a future victim of something or another.
The suggestion draws forth... nothing, which in itself may be a tell. Max didn't have as much personal beef with the Immortan as many, many others did. The bigger puzzle from where he's standing is why this stranger shows any concern about whether he can make the trip or not. There are no good Samaritans. So while he keeps any hostility from his voice, his answer is simply, "Why do you care?"
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The Citadel? The things he's heard about that place in recent weeks, where there's constant water now and green life, green life like there used to be. God and his two princes were pulled from their thrones, replaced by his own Imperator...Ezio can't say he isn't happy things were shaken up. Despots deserve annihilation for their sins.
This stranger though, he looks a little...too well to be headed that direction. Healthy, tanned, maybe a bit underfed but Welcome to Dystopia, after all. Can't be a dying War Boy, he has his hair. Can't be one of the wretched diseased who might not have heard what Furiosa did to Joe.
Careful, calculated, Ezio throws out,"Going to spit on the Immortan's grave?" to test a reaction. He nods at him. "You're still days out. How much water do you have?"
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The suggestion draws forth... nothing, which in itself may be a tell. Max didn't have as much personal beef with the Immortan as many, many others did. The bigger puzzle from where he's standing is why this stranger shows any concern about whether he can make the trip or not. There are no good Samaritans. So while he keeps any hostility from his voice, his answer is simply, "Why do you care?"