I stared at the two of them. Fighting and bickering, and unable to make peace. I didn't understand why they couldn't get along; they were both similar in their objectives, but then again, had different methods. One fought for what he believed in through force, and though I didn't really like his method, I understood it. The other one protected what he had, sometimes too much. I didn't necessarily agree with his method either, though able to accept it.
The thing about the two of them was that I couldn't really believe what either of them were fighting over; me.
By Inkhandedlady