"I have a lot of people relying on me," Cloud told Amy simply, the answer meant to be an explanation to why he handled the bike so easily. He didn't always have the confidence to know his limits, when it came to his bike, he was sure how far he could push it before it was too far. While he failed in a lot of areas, when it came to his delivery boy capabilities, there were no doubts.
Noticing the woman wasn't scared, maybe even enjoying his recklessness, Cloud continued to relinquish the restraint he was keeping over himself for her sake. It seemed like recklessness, but it wasn't recklessness really. He knew what he was doing. He was in complete control. It was one of the few times in his life he felt in control. Many things were out of his control and capabilities, but handling this bike wasn't one of them.
Riding past parks and unfamiliar buildings, the perfect soldier didn't slow the vehicle until he noticed the graveyard he assumed she was talking about, "How far from here?"
He was eager to get there, a minor part of him holding on to the hope that some of his family ended up as a part of the strays that kept showing up there. If he dared to hope, would he be setting himself up for a letdown? He wondered, his body tensing as he kept his focus on the road that continued north of their current position. For once, he wanted hope to now let him down, leading him into despair.