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The subjects he gave as an answer were nothing less than appalling to the very practical and, moreover, cynical Osa. "Those topics don't mean anything," she scoffed while being intensely aware that it was an opinion-based question to begin with. Perhaps one day, when her blazing fire had been sated, she would find the pleasure in nature's melodies, but for now it was all physical for her, all: "hunts! Battles! Sex! Those are affairs worth singing about." It was all she could concede to him at any rate, given that Furiosa would never be caught doing something as fruitless as singing. In fact, she felt slightly insulted that he would offer his fairy songs to her in exchange for her own hard labor.

"How've you survived all this time?" she snapped, without bothering to mention how stupid the trade sounded to her. "Sing until the rabbits swoon and die at your feet, huh?" She was mocking him really, because she had the idea in her head that his other senses had sharpened in the deprivation of another. But this was only something she had heard before of the deaf or blind, not something she considered fact. She noted mentally, however, that though his eyes did not track her, he seemed aware of her exact proximity.