You bought a gladiator, not a slave. My will is my own.[to Macrinus]
Why does my past matter if it is my future to die for you in the arena?[to Macrinus]
The odds are always against me.
The gates of hell are open night and day. Smooth is the descent, and easy is the way. But to come back from hell and view the cheerful skies, in this the task and mighty labor lies.
Know this: Where death is, we are not. Where we are, death is not! By my sword. Strength and honor.
I’ve become well versed in losing the things that I love.
