It is a point of contention to who exactly we have to blame for the current predicament. 

But isn’t that really the reason we are here in the first place? 

Arguments instead of solutions. 

Sarah looked at Marc with hatred. Hatred because he was right. Hatred because he kept telling her so. But they kept walking together, his soon to be born son deep in her belly. He kicked her through the thin layer of skin separating him from the world. She smiled at the kicks unless they were too painful. 
Marc spoke again and she rolled her eyes without reflex. He saw it and just looked away, out across the vast landscape in front of them.
“We should get some rest for you soon,” he whispered. 

He shed a tear that she couldn’t see from this angle, about what life could have been, if they could just stop this endless argument.