yes.
for your wound.
for your wound.
if you die in the wagons they feed you to the lions.  the lions are worth more than we are. i think we are worth more than the zebras though. so they don't feed us to them.
i'm not sure about the giraffe.
have you killed a man before?
you should eat. you'll need your strength tomorrow.
i've never killed a man. but i think you have.
i almost killed once. the romans destroyed my village. i was with a hunting party and when we returned.  i would have killed every roman in the world.
if you don't eat you will die.
in the village i come from there was a man once. he went fishing one day and his boat was attacked by crocodiles. one of them ate his leg. he pulled himself to the shore and a lion attacked him. it ate one of his arms. he dragged himself through the desert on the way home and a scorpion stung his eye. so he only had one eye. when he reached the village i sat with him. i said, "you have lost a leg, an arm and one eye. you must have a mighty will to live." he said, "no, lord, it's just better than the alternative."
life is a gift from our fathers to us. who are you to give it up for lack of lifting a spoon?
are we going to fight each other?
do you think it will be much different? here in rome?
are you scared for tomorrow?
me too.
i never though it would be so easy to kill.
so you're finally home.
for all romans.  this is home.
among my people we honor the soil of our home. our ancestors are in that soil. all their dreams live there. i will never see my home again. the soil is dead and no one honors them, so the dreams die.
how can i go back? i am not what i was. when a man kills for no reason, he has lost himself.
i will fight with you.
better to die for a friend than to die for gold.
and if we die that day -- we die free men worthy of our ancestors.
and impotent.
how did they know?
i'll stay here. in case they follow.
go! bring us the army!