Where must we go, we who wander this Wasteland, in search of our better selves.
There always was, is, and will be war.
That is the darkest of angels. The fifth Rider of the Apocalypse.[to Scrotus, about Furiosa]
Make yourself invaluable, and Dementus will look after you.[to Furiosa]
As the world falls around us, how must we brave its cruelties?
