Jim wants to argue. The words hang in the air between them and to each of them they are a silent accusation. What Felix felt he had to do versus what Jim believed to be his responsibility. The captain can't stop imagining Isidor and the others suffering, cold and hungry. The expedition they planned was hardly a guarantee. The dangers ahead of them all frighteningly real and everyone so weak after weeks of their ordeal...
And yet he can't quite fathom losing Felix there. There's a part of him that squirms at the thoughts brought to the surface when Furiosa told him to look after her people if she fell. At how he trembled at even the thought of Felix being left alone should Jim die out there. He knows survivor's guilt.
It doesn't make him feel any better now.
Accepting such an answer, settling for the world the way it is has never sat well with him. He doesn't believe in losing. Even when it's happening.
"What did it cost to save the two of us?" Maybe...maybe. If Felix doesn't have anything more to barter then Jim could try. He doesn't know how dangerous that might be, only that he has to at least try to make a suggestion. Try to make a difference. Try...to save the others.
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And yet he can't quite fathom losing Felix there. There's a part of him that squirms at the thoughts brought to the surface when Furiosa told him to look after her people if she fell. At how he trembled at even the thought of Felix being left alone should Jim die out there. He knows survivor's guilt.
It doesn't make him feel any better now.
Accepting such an answer, settling for the world the way it is has never sat well with him. He doesn't believe in losing. Even when it's happening.
"What did it cost to save the two of us?" Maybe...maybe. If Felix doesn't have anything more to barter then Jim could try. He doesn't know how dangerous that might be, only that he has to at least try to make a suggestion. Try to make a difference. Try...to save the others.