Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

mswyrr:

okay so let’s break this down. first the sisters save furiosa by pulling nux off her:

that’s your pretty clear, straightforward life-saving courage. and it’s significant that the sisters are ready to fight like that even so early in the story.

but then furiosa goes for nux’s throat

in the sort of interaction she’s internalized after years of repetition: one of the war boys comes for her, she ends them. end of fucking story.

a moment of reflection, a moment of flinching back from immediately killing, would have doomed her in the past

she’s programmed herself to kill without mercy in order to survive. she doesn’t even consider if there’s an alternative. there never has been.

20 years and nobody’s ever stopped her. the only people who tried wanted to hurt her. but they didn’t succeed. otherwise, no matter what she did, who she hurt, nobody cared enough to stop her. they gleefully supported it or considered it her right or her obligation

murder, murder, murder, life means nothing. only weak people flinch from inflicting pain. and you know what happens to weak people. they end up dead or in cages. that’s the law of the Citadel

furiosa didn’t intellectually believe that fully, but you do something long enough and it gets inside you.

but angharad makes her stop

it’s brave and a bit self-destructive, given that this is Imperator Furiosa she’s fucking manhandling (good thing the Vuvalini seem to consider it a cultural virtue to take shit/major challenging lip from the younger women they mentor lol)

but for the first time in twenty years someone knows right from wrong and cares enough to stop her

i think angharad mostly cares for the principle of the thing. definitely condemnation is in there. but… you can read it as a very angry form of reaching out. you can read it as angharad’s response to furiosa’s lecture earlier about how “everything hurts” out here. whatever the case, furiosa is and always will be someone who kills. that’s key to how she survives and protects those she loves. but it’s possible to fight and kill without losing touch with the idea that killing doesn’t have to be the only answer. that killing is always wrong, even if it’s necessary. that you should be thinking about when it’s unnecessary to kill.

i think the sisters save furiosa’s life and nux’s life here but also are part of the journey of saving their souls in this scene

the lecture on Wasteland feminist theory nux received is more obvious, but angharad stopping furiosa is also this huge huge thing

for the first time in her adult life someone cares enough to stop her. to say: he’s just a kid. you don’t have to this time. and if you don’t have to, you shouldn’t.

you can stop

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swanjolras:

gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us— we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

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