Camellia sat across from a nervous 19-year-old named Yasmine in the Geneva mentorship lounge. Yasmine was from Beirut. A quiet storm in a denim jacket. Her family had been part of a corruption ring exposed in an old Vault data dump. She had been a child then — unaware, untouched — but now she carried the weight.

“I want to tell the truth,” she said, “but I don’t want to destroy my cousins.”

Camellia nodded. “That’s fair.”

“I want to speak,” Yasmine said, voice cracking. “But not start a war.”

Camellia leaned in.

“Then let’s build a bridge. Not a fire.”

Together, they began drafting a testimony rooted in repair...