And then Arjuna looked. Standing in both armies, he saw his own people everywhere — uncles, grandfathers, teachers, maternal uncles, brothers, sons, grandsons, and friends. Whichever direction his eyes turned, a familiar face looked back.
Imagine walking into a large gathering expecting strangers, only to realize the person you must confront is your own family. Grandsire Bhishma is standing there — the man who held Arjuna on his lap as a child. Guru Dronacharya is there — the man who placed the bow in Arjuna's hands and taught him to draw. Uncle Shalya, cousins, childhood companions — all arrayed on the other side.
This single sight changed everything inside Arjuna. The warrior who had set out to study his enemies now found no enemies at all. He found only his own.