#I’ve been thinking about this ever since he yeeted Checo and basically shielded Max from that insane move

[il-predestinato]

You’re Charles Leclerc and you’re barrelling towards turn 1 sandwiched between two Red Bulls with nowhere to go. To your left is the local hero, unquestionably beloved by the entire swath of zealous fans around you. To your right is their behated rival, the target of enough vitriol that he needed special bodyguards this weekend for fear of personal safety - all because he is a perceived aggressor to their beloved local boy.

You’re trapped with nowhere to go, and you have to choose now. If you destroy the man to your right, you’ll be forgiven, perhaps even applauded for taking out such a despised adversary. No one would mourn his loss.

The choice should be an easy one. A no-brainer. It’s not your fault. You were the one being squeezed. It’s pretty obvious what you have to do.

And yet - still, STILL -

You, Charles Leclerc, chose to sacrifice the beloved local hero.