Character: Spartacus. Page 2

- Isn't it obvious that you can't win this war?
- The conventional wisdom. It divided all the Romans, killed me.
And among them my son.
- Sorry, Emperor, but I can't mourn the fallen soldier, killed Crixus.
- Gall died on the battlefield, but my son was deprived of this honor!
But not on my orders. He roughed up that woman and she got the revenge.
Now I want to revenge for the son. As you do for your wife that...
- Don't even try to compare our losses! Your son fought for the Republic, which were ripped from my arms innocent wife and condemned to slavery and death.
And you are ready to send thousands of people followed her?
- Everything that happens to my people will happen according to our will. We decide our fate, not you, the Romans, and not even the gods!
- You chose the time and place of his death.
- Better to fall by the sword than by the master's whip!
- But is it selecet rotting wound? If bringer of rain can make the miracle happen and win Crassus and his legions, will he leave the Republic? Comforted he the one that made his justice?
- There's no justice. Not in this world.
- At least we came to an agreement.
- When we meet again, I will kill you.
- No. You can try.
- It is necessary and freedom.