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as we attempted to withdraw from Spartacus' camp.
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A man long of years, the scars of his master
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etched deep upon flesh.
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And yet you held to fucking bargain?
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I knew wound such loss would cause.
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I sought only to balm it with opportunity presented...
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Gratitude, Gaius.
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You now stand my Word and my Will.
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You honor me.
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Prepare the men for march.
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I would press towards Spartacus
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and see him to deserved end.