Shadow lies on me still. Look not to me for healing! I am a shieldmaiden and my hand is ungentle.
History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.
Maleficent and Aurora rewriting their story.
But I have a condition of my own. When you have killed the last of these shits garbed as your countrymen, what’s left of the thracian inside you dies with them and you will embrace this fate and your destiny as Spartacus, the Champion of Capua.