Romeo: if you wanna be my couch it's fine just make sure you don't get in my way-starts walking-my match starts in a few minutes-heads to the colosseum-
Alexander: -walks in ungracefully- Sir, the funeral is scheduled for March 15. One problem though, personally. My father, Cicero, has fallen terribly ill and I may not be able to attend.
John:Fine. I understand, but I doubt the people will... If those who respected him believe you are disrespecting his memory, nothing you or I say will stop them. If they riot you will have to take responsibility.
Alexander: I see, it's just... Cicero has taken care of me since I was young and if he dies while I'm at the funeral... I couldn't bear it, I never got the chance to say goodbye to my parents so I would like to say goodbye to him
John: I told you, I understand. No need to make excuses. I am simply letting you know the consequences that may occur.
Romeo: call me kid again and it's your funeral-laugh-today it's either fighting looks or other gladiators, it's gonna be great
Beltane: I go off and train with a few other recruits, kicking their butts one by one. Sammhain: I start brewing soup.
Cato: "To the praetorian' straining building. It's that one over there" he says as he points a white building with two guards standing at the door wearing their purple uniforms. "We'll just drop these off and then I can walk you outside, you probably are busy"