[referring to Philip, and his pregnant second wife]
Alexander:
I'm his only worthy son, you crazed woman. He'd never hurt me. Even if Eurydice had a boy, he'd be twenty before he'd let him rule.
Olympias:
Yes. And you would be forty. Old, and wise. Like Parmenion. And Philip's young son would be twenty. Like you, now. But raised by him. His blood. He will never give you the throne now, Alexander, never.
Alexander:
What would you have me do?
Olympias:
Whatever is necessary.
Alexander:
Where have you lost your mind? There'd be civil war, clan against clan chaos!
Olympias:
Yes. And you would win.
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