The injured boy's name was Carlos. Fourteen. Experienced fighter. Now wearing a cast. Six weeks recovery. Because Elena had executed a technique perfectly. Too perfectly. Without controlling the outcome.

"You need to visit him," Dante said. Next day. After Elena had cried herself to sleep. After guilt had consumed her. "Apologize. Take responsibility. Face what you did."

"I can't. I'm too ashamed. Too scared. What if he hates me? What if his parents hate me?"

"Then you face that too. Courage isn't just physical. It's also moral. Emotional. Facing consequences. Taking responsibility. Making amends when possible. That's strength too."

They went together. Dante. Elena. Sienna. To Carlos's home. To apologize....