Spartacus: Blood and Sand

Spartacus:
You over-reach, and here is the result.

Crixus:
Do not address me as you would a recruit.

Spartacus:
Then do not act like one.

Crixus:
Words of import, from the mighty Spartacus. Bringer of rain, slayer of Theokoles. As if you stood against him on your own! Without my aid, you would have nothing. Not even your miserable life.

Spartacus:
True. Yet here I stand, and there you sit.

Crixus:
You know shit, about being a champion. Of being a true brother. You're only playing at your own part. And one day the game will end.

Spartacus:
Death comes to us all. Press me again, and you shall find yours.