Spartacus

Ilithyia laughs, a sound born of surprise more than anything and she finally steps into the room, closer to Spartacus. "Bringer of Rain, Champion of Capua, Slayer of the Shadow of Death," she says. "Had you won your freedom and that of your wife, you would not have stopped fighting. Perhaps not in the arena, not upon sands, not to the cheering of the crowd, but you would have never stopped."

She's close enough to touch him, but only raises her hand, then drops it once more. "The fight is in your blood."