@Diego Brando || October 28th, Year 110 || Halfway between Lethe and the Dusk Forests, Anarchy Road
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The Nanoball Frontier
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For months, a choking feeling has grasped him by the throat. While it was satisfying to work at a clinic that he has built with his own two hands, it did nothing to squashing the stifling air that seemed to follow him wherever he was going. Despite his attempts, it wasn't home. Dread Wastes wasn't Naples, nor was there anything truly that tied him to the people of Lethe. It wasn't as if he didn't want to help them, he did... But each day he lived anticipating for the other shoe to drop. There'd come a time that whatever forces brought him to Pandora would be done with him, that they would toss him back over the net to the death that was awaiting him on America's eastern coast. It was a terrifying prospect to realize, and yet he was doing what, exactly? Sentimentally clinging to something that never would be.
So he set up the books and prepared his permanent staff for his temporary departure. There was no telling how long he would be allowed to enjoy Pandora, and he wouldn't waste the rest of that time just in the Wastes. He sat aside supplies for his trip, and for the first time since the race, packed Valkyrie's bags to prepare for a journey. There was no destination in mind, just a map of Pandora that he traded for in the market and luck. He'd ride where fate would lead him and the rest was decided by which side of the net he fell into. Yuna and Devorak were notified the day of, giving him plenty of time to leave the city behind him without any trouble.
The only one left unaware of his plan was Diego, though there'd be no doubt the jockey would assault his phone once he came to realize his disappearance. It hadn't felt exactly fair given the... well, it wasn't friendship but they were no longer hostile to each other for whatever that was worth. So it didn't feel fair given the slow break down of animosity, but even so, it was just Valkyrie and him. It was odd, though, riding through the desert with neither Slow Dancer nor her rider in view. With the way the heat bore down, sunlight glaring through the holes of his hat, it was as if he was in Arizona again. It was hard not to cling to old memories, even if it was his Achilles' heel. Sentimentality. His father had always warned him against its dangers, it had always been opposite to the life he was raised in, but he could never quite abandon it. Even if it meant death, he carried it in a piece of his heart.
As it turned out, the executive decision to leave Diego out would later bite him in the ass. He would've preferred one of Anarchy Road's bandits attacking him over spotting a familiar-looking reptile weaving through Valkyrie's hooves. It was much too small to be its master, but it was a sign that Dio himself wasn't far behind. After a moment of deliberation, Gyro pulled his steed to a walk and watched as the lizard similarly slowed as well. Glancing over his shoulder, he could spot both the man in question and Silver Bullet; they weren't close enough for him to have noticed their approach, though at the speed she was cantering, it wouldn't take Dio long to catch up.
"Lethe's the other way, lizard-brain!" He shouted witha hand cupped to his mouth to make sure the bastard heard it. Well, if Dio wanted to chase him down, he could certainly try. He spurred Valkyrie into a canter, easily falling back into the rhythm of her sway. One breath, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, then she swayed to her left. A billow of dust sprayed up as she ran, blazing a trail down the dirt of the road.