The car stayed on the line.
Leo came off Turn 10 and the circuit opened up into the back complex and Nakamura was behind him.
"Leo." Anya's voice. Not the controlled professional tone. Not the measured team principal managing a session. Raw. The specific rawness of someone who had watched something happen through a monitor screen from the pit wall and had lost their management of their own reaction. "Leo. That was— keep going. Keep going."
He was already in the sweepers.
Turn 11. The left-hander where he had run the tighter line in Q2. He didn't run the tighter line now. He ran the racing line. The full outer-to-inner sweep that the earlier sessions had been too traffic-compressed to use — and the G-load arrived at 7.1G and his vision went grey at the edges and he held the throttle open and the car held and held and held.
He came off Turn 11 with grip he hadn't felt in the previous laps.
