Arjuna looks, and the reality crashes in on him. He sees standing there his paternal uncles, grandfathers, teachers, maternal uncles, brothers, sons, grandsons, and lifelong friends. The abstract definition of ‘enemy’ evaporates instantly. He realizes that every arrow he shoots will likely pierce the heart of someone he has shared a meal with, played with as a child, or learned from. The sheer magnitude of the fratricide he is about to commit hits him with full force. The war, which seemed like a noble pursuit of justice moments ago, now becomes a concrete horror of killing his own family. He is staring at the faces of his loved ones, and his resolve as a warrior begins to crumble under the weight of these relationships.