Two kids on the playground of a park, the elder shoving the younger off the swing for his turn. The younger's tears ran down her face, dripping onto the cut on her knee, mingling with the blood as she ran to her parents, a sob-filled tattle spilling from her lips.

They were quick to find his parents, retelling her version of the story and listening to the boy try to make excuses for himself.

"Sorry," he mumbled when his parents finally forced an apology out of him, but it was insincere and had a far weaker effect than the glare he shot her as his parents dragged him out of the park to take him home.