In the damp tunnels of the city, the "Anti-Romance" flourished. Romeo designed the bombs; Juliet placed them. They argued constantly. Romeo hated her rigidity; Juliet hated his arrogance. Yet, their efficiency was terrifying.
"You're late," Juliet whispered during a raid on a Capulet armory. "I was busy saving your life from that drone," Romeo retorted. They were a binary star system—two violent bodies held together by the gravity of a common enemy. The hatred was still there, but it was becoming a familiar, almost comfortable, friction.