I was training myself so hard all night until morning. I didn’t stop. Even when the sun came up, I was still doing it. I couldn't stop myself at any moment because I didn't even want to stop. My fists hit the training bag again and again, each strike burning through the frustration, through the rage that wouldn’t leave me alone. Her voice kept echoing in my head, impossible to forget. And the memory of her choosing silence when the elder asked about the Bond Rite… it gnawed at me, set ...