I suppose Octavian's... Impulsiveness conditioned me to going without the streets of Rome. Even still, I miss them.

Oh, they stank of every imaginable stench there is and even on litter, the traffic was a nightmare. But with all of that, they were Rome's lifeblood.

I find myself thinking back, sometimes. Before the children. Before everything, ( Read more... )

I wish to renegotiate our terms.

Non spectare queo... Crapulam terribilem habeo.

Vixi.

You seem to be a level-headed sort of fellow... We may disagree on some matters, but you are considerate.

I hear a great deal of dissatisfied mutterings as to some sort of punishments or... Justice.

Has a miscarriage of some variety been carried out?

Well... I suppose that eating happiness is a rather fit analogy for our time here, if nothing else.

Why?

How... Quaint.

I remember when enslavement was derided. Now it seems to be enacted at will.

Chains need not always be fashioned from metal.

I refuse your ultimatum, girl. I piss on your terms. You're going to be here for as long as me... And I'm going to take pleasure in guaranteeing that.

One of these days, there'll be an actual flood of water... Perhaps that'll cull down some of the bickering around here.

Our Admiral seems to have the most vengeful sense of humour annoyance.

I really don't know what all the fuss is about... I've found this a perfectly liberating way to spend one's time.

You people... Really.

We're all in this together, you know. The sooner you realise that, the sooner we'll all be better off.