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In the moonlit dome, crouching in the shadows, whispering to each other, are two women. The others are in bed, but this pair take a moment to consult. Cheedo’s voice almost shakes as she says:
“Should we trust the war boys?”
The Dag runs a comforting hand through Cheedo’s hair, pale fingers against dark strands. She whispers back:
“Furiosa says she does.”
Cheedo continues to stare at the Dag with wide eyes. This time when she speaks, her voice does shake:
“I know, but should we trust her?”
The Dag is silent. She doesn’t speak words if she isn’t sure of them and right now, she’s sure of nothing.
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