And Hache whispers to the wind: "It was worth it."
Neither stops.
Years pass. Babi finishes school. She dates a safe, kind boy. She learns to smile again, though some part of her still listens for the roar of a motorcycle engine.
Hache leaves Barcelona. He rides alone across the country, carrying her ghost on the pillion seat. He still fights, but the fire is dimmer. He finally understands that some things—loyalty, gentleness, a girl in a white dress—are worth more than a victory in a cage.