[At some point you get used to starving, and the pangs fade away. Constant malnutrition and the just barelys turn it into something bearable. When he's shown a sign obvious enough that even a naive (ex-? no? what is he now?) cultist could understand, his stomach knots up. It remembers. So he blindly trusts this man, because, well, why not? He's dead. Nothing can hurt him anymore. And he's hungry.
Nux spends a blink looking at the thing one more time before he shoves as much as he can into his mouth. Swallows fast 'cause that's how you're supposed to eat so you can get enough before someone else takes it away. Except-- this thing, it tastes unlike anything he's ever had. There's no manners when he chews with his mouth open, but he's looking stunned. On a different plane. Flavors he never knew existed. War Boys didn't get processed sugar, only what was necessary. Nothing good like that to hope for and that entire piece of pie, every crumb and fleck of goo or fallen apple-chunk is consumed in seconds. There it is, the Feast he's so heard about-- ! Nux grins wide again and it's not a pretty sight.]
Thk-- ghh!
[There's too much in his mouth to actually pronounce a decent thank you.]
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Nux spends a blink looking at the thing one more time before he shoves as much as he can into his mouth. Swallows fast 'cause that's how you're supposed to eat so you can get enough before someone else takes it away. Except-- this thing, it tastes unlike anything he's ever had. There's no manners when he chews with his mouth open, but he's looking stunned. On a different plane. Flavors he never knew existed. War Boys didn't get processed sugar, only what was necessary. Nothing good like that to hope for and that entire piece of pie, every crumb and fleck of goo or fallen apple-chunk is consumed in seconds. There it is, the Feast he's so heard about-- ! Nux grins wide again and it's not a pretty sight.]
Thk-- ghh!
[There's too much in his mouth to actually pronounce a decent thank you.]