Ozai's eyes lingered on the polished black surface.
Then, more pointed,
"Or worse…"
A small breath escaped him.
"If he crashes it at top speed…"
He shook his head slightly.
"That wouldn't be pretty."
There was something almost fanatical in the way he spoke now.
Not fear.
But care.
The kind that came from creation.
From knowing exactly what something was capable of and how easily it could be destroyed if mishandled.
Sophie tilted her head slightly.
Thinking.
"I don't think he's ever ridden a mana mobile before."
Ozai's eyes narrowed.
"And you trust his driving skills?"
There was no hesitation. Not even a fraction of a second.
"I'll always trust Bruce. No matter what."
Simple. Clear. Absolute.
Ozai went quiet. Then, A low sigh escaped him. Exasperated.
"…Love really is blind."
His gaze returned to the Fenrari, the steady hum of its system resonating faintly in the air between them.
This isn't a standard model… The thought lingered.
