Corvus: What exactly is that slave to you?
Cassia: Everything that you are not.
Atticus: For those of us about to die, we salute you. I die a free man!
Cassia: I don't want to spend our last moments running.
[first lines]
Title Card: In the darkness you could hear the crying of women, the wailing of infants, and the shouting of men. Some prayed for help. Others wished for death. But still more imagined that there were no Gods left, and that the universe was plunged into eternal darkness. - Pliny the Younger, A.D. 79.
[last lines]
Milo: [to Cassia as lava approaches] Don't look. Look at me. Just me.
Ariadne: He made you feel alive?
Cassia: He made me feel... safe.
Milo: Why did you save my life?
Atticus: No gladiator should die from a blade to the back. When you die it should be to the front and it will come from my hand.
Milo: Well, I can make you a better promise: When you die, it will be quick and it will come from my hand.
Atticus: What is your name? We will have to speak at some point.
Milo: No, we don't. What we have to do is kill each other at some point. So my name's my own, I have no interest in learning yours.
Cassia: I couldn't believe he had the strength to do that.
Ariadne: Then you didn't see his muscles?
Cassia: That's not what I meant.
Cassia: You could ride before you were a gladiator?
Milo: I could ride before I could walk.
Cassia: Men killing each other for amusement is not a sport.
Cassia: [witnessing arena massacre] Is this what you call sport?
Corvus: No, Lady Cassia, this is not sport. This is politics.
Milo: This isn't a battle. This is a massacre.
Atticus: How do you know?
Milo: Because I was there.
Cassia: If you ride, you have a chance at freedom.
Milo: But at what cost to you?
Cassia: Senator, you have mistaken me for the kind of woman who drapes herself across your lap in Rome.
Atticus: You are right, brother. Everything they promised - nothing but lies.
Ariadne: [witnessing Milo kill an injured horse] Why would the brute do that?
Cassia: Because it was the kindest thing to do.
Cassia: Is this the end of the world? Why would the gods let this happen?
Atticus: It is the gods. They have a plan for us all.
Milo: Perhaps. I saw the man who killed my family. Perhaps the gods spared me for a reason.
Proculus: You're brave, I'll give you that, but no savage can ever be a match for a Roman.
