[He looks at her while she writes, remembers walking to the recruitment office in Birmingham with Arthur and John, seeing the posters: it is better to stay at home and face the bullets than to be killed at home by a bomb. Rousing, inspiring young men to lay down their lives for king and country.
It's not even nearly as violent as Furiosa's verse. He doesn't know about Joe, but the kind of ruler who makes up things like these seems like the same kind of ruler who would take a girl off the road and brand her.
He appreciates the writing itself with a nod, shrugs with one shoulder.]
You could be, too. I've plenty of chalk to practice with.
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It's not even nearly as violent as Furiosa's verse. He doesn't know about Joe, but the kind of ruler who makes up things like these seems like the same kind of ruler who would take a girl off the road and brand her.
He appreciates the writing itself with a nod, shrugs with one shoulder.]
You could be, too. I've plenty of chalk to practice with.