Elio's words about the mission were mixed in your head with your own thoughts, which had nothing to do with the mission. The bright glare of the buildings and the wind roaring in your ears were strangely soothing.

"You're thinking about the wrong things."

His hands gripped the steering wheel, causing a soft creak of leather to be heard. Your fingers impatiently tapped on your own leg to calm your thoughts and leave your head completely empty, which was so important. Emotions, thoughts and unnecessary feelings were out of place right now, you knew that yourself.

The scarlet eyes only looked in your direction once. Blade was completely focused on the road, and not on what was going on in your mind, which was not at all surprising.

"Focus."