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It takes Nux a while to understand Furiosa's rejection. The way he is accepted only so far and no farther when it seems that she has endless patience for the women in her care just learning to fight they way he had learned so long ago.
It takes the stories of The Green Place and half-remembered whispers from his childhood to bring him the answer.
She is the female half of the divine: the mirror of Immortan Joe, though less twisted and selfish. She is the guardian of the gates of Fólkvangr and he cannot hope to approach it on his own. It is not Valhalla, not shiny and chrome, but it is cool and green and he would live again in idleness and peace if she would only let him in.
Furiosa should have taken on Immortan Joe's divinity when he died but she already had her own and so it passed to another.
To Max.