- Kore: Apologies Dominus, I have prepared afternoon meal.
- Marcus Crassus: I have an appetite towards bloodier repast.
- Kore: Again, apologies yet I would also break needed words.
- Marcus Crassus: Well shatter them quickly or see them to ground I once stood upon.
- Spartacus: You would march us to our end?
- Crixus: I would have us free. Truly free. Do you really believe that Crassus will stop once you crest the mountains? That the Republic will let us quietly slip away? We have shown them vulnerable. We have shown them that a trembling hand can become a fist. We have challenged the idea that a slave must always know his place, accepting rod and lash because he was taught to accept it. We built their mighty Republic, with our hands and our blood and our lives. And we can see it fall at equal cost. You opened my eyes to this, Spartacus. Do not ask me now to close them.
- Spartacus: It was simpler between us when the bond stood only as hate.
- Marcus Crassus: Time conspires against will of the heart. We shall break words again when battle is won, and see tears evaporate beneath warming sun of deeper intent.