Rainbow compasses and machine-boxes and gods, devastating-sweet things to be found and eaten - Nux had not envisioned Valhalla to be like this, but it was no disappointment. His brain was abuzz. Skin was too, maybe even his bones and his marrow. It was an exciting feeling, and he was in the middle of wandering another of the big hallways looking like he'd grabbed an electric fence.

No exception when he saw the-- Entity. There were a few of those already. Nux has no words for these things. Well-- no definitions. Words, sure. Spotting this one, it's: tall spiky glittering bug? beetle? dune wasp? What's that face?

Nux is squinting. The way it gleams and shimmers it looks like a mirage. Lots of those in the wastes. Some of the older War Boys knew what it was but never explained the hows. Is it just one of those? He keeps going forward, his steps curious but unsure.