even when they fought there was something spectacular about it, supercharged and compelling. to see them go at it, back and forth, one pulling then pushing the other away. he insistent and patient but then calculating and cruel. she outstandingly beautiful in her viciousness. role reversal, sexy rage. as much as they cursed each other, neither would leave the other, or themselves, for dead. locked in an embrace fueled by passion, circumstance and a relentless need that neither one could define. perhaps it was the lack of definition that drove each maddeningly towards one another, without care for themselves, with a recklessness that made them feel all the more real.