Wing pushed back, hands on Drift's shoulders to keep him in place and ducking to catch those blue optics. "You can't focus on me. You can't. You can't afford a distraction like that. Fight beside me, fight as far away from me as you can, but either way, you can't put your focus to protecting me."

He knew this all too well. He...he'd died because of it, because of letting down his guard, because of letting his focus move to Drift instead of his opponent. He didn't want to lose Drift either, and couldn't let him go into battle determined to hold Wing as a distraction from the start.