Reasons

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The human sits down, and I remain standing.

"I think if we're going to just each other we should know each other names." I say to him.

He nods "My name is Simon, Simon Hathwell."

The name sounds oddly familiar, I know I've heard to before.

"I'm Katie." I say still trying to remember how I know his name, but I know it's not important right now.

"Ladies first." He says to me. I think through the thousands of questions racing through my head trying to pick out the one I need to know the most.

"When we first met you let me go even though you were told to stop me, and when I asked why you told me because it was the right thing to do. If you think what you're doing is wrong, why are you doing it? Why not change sides?"

He takes a moment to think, then responds

"Because what you're doing isn't entirely right either. There is no right or wrong in this fight, everything is greyed. We both have blood on our hands, are own and each other's, it doesn't matter how you look at it we've both made mistakes."

He's right, everything he said is true. Neither of us our perfect.

"Then let's end it, for real. Let's band together and stop spilling blood."

I don't get a response, I know I'm being idealistic

"Join our side and/

"I'm not joining you, I'm not taking sides." He says interrupting me.

"Then why are you still here?" I ask.

Simon stands up, and walks up to me

"Because I wanted to hear your side, I wanted to know who you were and why I'm fighting you."

"And?" I ask stepping back.

"We're a lot alike Katie, neither of us have really chosen a side"

I open my mouth to protest, but he stops me

"Let me finish. We're living on opposite sides, but you still get emotional when you hear a human has been killed. Part of you still considers them to be you're family, even if you don't want to say it out loud."

"If you really believe all that, why did I leave?" I ask, feeling conflicted.

"Because you didn't agree with our morals. You felt powerful, here you have power and you have choices. You feel free."

"How do you feel?" I ask.

"Happy." He responds

"Are you sure?" I ask

"No."

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