Spartacus: Blood and Sand

Doctore:
It is never an easy thing to see a friend once loved now absent breath.

Spartacus:
He should yet walk. That foolish grin, and dreams of a life beyond these walls.

Doctore:
Every night breaks. And we must all wake.

Spartacus:
I would the gods turn back the sun and set me in his place.

Doctore:
He fought with honor. As did you both.

Spartacus:
His heart was stilled for a boy's amusement. Where is the honor in that?

Doctore:
Varro left this world a gladiator. And shall be remembered as such.

Spartacus:
No. He will be remembered as a husband. A father. And a friend amongst enemies.