(I’m just pretending that Slit had also changed sides here and lived past the end. I know I’m ‘lorebending’ here, but everyone does it once or twice, right?)
Slit had never imagined believing in something else. He never thought that what he was brought up to worship was a lie. He lived a brutal life, and he had the scars to show it. Yet, it was for nothing. In the past few weeks, his life had been flipped completely upside down. It was much too fast for him to comprehend. But, at least he got something worthwhile out of it.
(y/n) sat just inside Slit’s line of sight, sitting on a cushion and silently reading. He sat in the other corner of the room, across from her, leaning against the warm rock, enjoying his comfort as he pondered. Ever since Furiosa had taken back the Citadel, he felt more free and able. His sickness was in the back of his mind. He could go wherever he wanted, and he could do anything he wanted. But, he just wanted to sit there, in that r