"Absolutely not." Sienna's voice was firm. Final. "You're fourteen. You don't know what you're saying. The military means war. Violence. Death. I won't allow it."

"You won't have a choice," Arthur replied. Calm. Determined. "When I'm eighteen. I'm an adult. I can enlist without permission. I'm telling you now. Out of respect. Not asking permission. Just informing you of my decision."

"Arthur..." Dante's voice carried warning. "Don't speak to your mother that way. Show respect."

"I am showing respect. By being honest. By telling you my plans. By not hiding or lying. But this is my life. My choice. My future. And I'm choosing military service."

That night. After kids...