I could see, in Fede’s eyes, something of what I was feeling. He had watched a friend die and now felt guilty that he had not been able to summon up the courage to try to prevent that death. At the time, he’d had every reason not to act—it would have been impossible for Fede to rescue his friend while he himself was lying in shock on the verge of unconsciousness, with two broken legs. But the debt weighed heavily upon his soul, nonetheless. Now, years later, he wanted a chance to make good.