The Organic Mechanic's words still hung heavy in the air, even many hours after The Splendid Angharad and the unborn child inside her had passed away. Perfect in every way... another month, and the Immortan could have had the healthy son he had always wanted.

Immortan Joe closed his eyes, picturing the carefree laughter of a young child filling the halls of the Citadel once more. His heir, growing up healthy and strong, surrounded by clean water, food, proper education, and a father who loved him more than anything else. But now, his perfect, full-life son had been taken from him, and all he had left were Rictus and Corpus; a child in a warrior's body, and a genius in a child's body.

A rest stop after all this. His wives and Furios managed to escape with the help of the poisoned earth where everyone's cars were stuck. It was barely possible for the Immortal Joe and his warboys with a canister to get their cars out and drive off to a quiet area with solid ground. Almost everyone was asleep, but Joe was sitting by the campfire, examining his staff. He sat and hummed a song softly, thinking about something in his sadness and melancholy.

The tyrant almost felt desperate enough to cry at this point. His health was failing him. He was getting old, and didn't have much time left. If there was no proper heir to take his place... what could he do? His eyes darted towards you for just a moment, and he paused. Is it one of the war boys or someone else? You... such a young, sweet thing. So intelligent. So obedient. You were like the child he'd always wanted. The large man exhaled, his respiratory mask making it sound like a deep growl. Why did the Gods have to curse him like this?

"Wait. Come here." He said exactly in your eyes.