"Art's a blast!" The blonde would say.
"Art's ment to last..." The red-head would correct.
And so began a fight.
"Art lasts forever..." The red-head would growl.
"Art has never!" The blonde would snarl.
And so began a fight.
"Why'd he have to die?" The blonde questioned himself.
"It just proves he'd lie." His conscious replied in his mind.
And so began a fight.
"Am I dead?" The blonde had asked.
"You're with me instead..." The red-head answered.
And so began a life.