PAULATREIDES . . . " don’t forget why we’re here. there’s far more at stake than our lives if this goes wrong "
" shut up. " nausea doesn't even begin to cover it. he thought race days were bad, this is so much worse. nightmare , nightmare ! he can't even look in @ruingod's direction, not when the guilt and stress and anxiety are a leash pulled taut around his neck. anden buries his face in his hands, fingers pressing against his closed eyes as glasses go askew over his forehead. leg bounces erratically and the chair he's sat on has got to be the most uncomfortable place on the planet. mumbles, " shut up. your life is not at stake. it's never at stake. which one of us has to spend an entire year in a carbon fibre death trap doing circles at two-hundred miles an hour ? " he's lucky if his car can reach that average, but whatever. anden takes a shaky breath, rests his elbows on his thighs and looks up at paul. " at worst, your public image is on the line. at best, i'm never stepping foot on a track ever again. do you see the difference ? or are you still so delusional that you think a blanket statement of denial will fix everything ? "