{Music Recommendation: Blue and Grey ~ BTS}
"Where are we going to?" Zyran asked, holding the steering, his eyes on the road.
Alvaro didn't say a word. He sat on the passenger seat, moving his face out of the window.
Zyran turned to look at his grandfather, then looked away.
"San-Destro has really changed with the years but still has good air," Alvaro chuckled dryly.
"I thought they said civilization comes with bad air." The man brought his head back inside the car and smiled.
"Maybe somebody lied... What comes with bad air is inequality. Those that feel it's unfair for them to remain poorer while the rich get richer... complain literally about everything." Alvaro rubbed his brows and smiled.
"Once they taste wealth... they'll forget about the air and see the beauty of life. Opportunistic fuckers," the man cursed with a smile.
Zyran glanced at Alvaro again, then looked away. "Did something happen?"
