Anon1 was a good boy, he couldn't help it he came from a bad family.
The crowd siezed him. "He's one of them!" they shouted. "No!" Anon2 bellowed but his words didn't rise above the din. Anon2 began breaking noses, working his way through the crowd. "Get your fuckin hands off him!!!" But it was too late, the crowd was now gripping them both, Anon2 could do nothing but watch while the crowd ripped Anon1 apart. Just because of who his family was. Anon2 never recovered, and what could have been, never came to fruition. Anon1 came from a rich family, and wanted to make a change. Anon2 came from poverty, and was meant to serve as Anon1's guardian to get him through the neighborhood so he could be heard, but it failed. It all failed. Anon2 is an old man now. His liver's failing.