- Naevia: You claim the sword as your own? The way it fits hand, I thought it forged for woman or sickly child.
- Spartacus: This night, hearts lift in joyous reunion with those thought lost to us. Fathers. Brothers and sisters. Sons and lovers. Hold them close, for the shadow of Rome is upon us. We shall seek our destiny together, whatever the cost. Yet let us not pass from memory those yet absent from our arms. Those who sacrificed their lives so that all may live free!