As the car sped off into the distance, its silhouette shrinking beneath the fading light, silence slowly reclaimed the space it had left behind.
The faint hum of the Fenrari's engine seemed to hang in the air a moment longer than it should have, like an echo that refused to disappear. Even the ground itself felt as though it still remembered the force of its departure, the precision of that acceleration, the smoothness of that exit.
Then, Nothing.
Ozai exhaled slowly. "…Yeah."
The word slipped out under his breath, quieter than he intended, as if speaking any louder would somehow disturb the moment that had just passed. His shoulders relaxed, just slightly, the tension he hadn't realized he was holding easing away with that single breath.
A faint smile formed on his lips. "…He'll be fine."
