''Well what did you expect?'' She asks.
''Shut up'' He mumbles.
''It's not like you're the easiest one to come and talk to. You have a tendency to scare everyone away, you do know that, don't you.'' She ignores his childish objection.
''Can we please not go through this again? We both know that this isn't going to work if you keep beating me down every time I try to do something to make our life better in this body?'' He sighs
''Well I don't mind if we do kill ourself, you know my thoughts about death.'' She points out cheerfully.
''I'm starting to think it's you who's not the easiest to get close to. After all, it's you who makes our body run. I'm not in charge of the movement, I'm in charge of defense. I take over when ever there's a threat of some kind aproaching our body.'' He tries to act like he's the reasonable one. Although he knows she is the one who'll win this fight, she always wins. He has known her long enough, lived in the same body with her. She always wins.
''Exactly, I'm not the one starting the fights.'' She hits him where it hurts the most. The humiliating fights he was so ashamed of. The fights where he hurt not only himself but her too.
''Don't you start fighting with me and just run when I tell you to run, okay?'' And so he loses the battle once again.