He had a lot of time to think, so Robby did. He thought about his abilities, his temper, and what he was capable of.

He'd almost killed Miguel. He hadn't meant to, that wasn't his intention when he kicked Miguel off the railing.

But did intentions matter? He hurt someone, really bad. Training with Mr. LaRusso gave him power, but it was obvious he hadn't absorbed the restraint that was tantamount to Miyagi-Do karate.

Sitting on his bunk, Robby closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. Tried to remember Mr. LaRusso's words.

Balance, he reminded himself.

Try to find balance.