Stavros:
Hyperion's legions are gathering at Tartarus. That's where Hellenists will fall.
Phaedra:
That future's not set.
Stavros:
But likely. It'll be a slaughter.
Phaedra:
You have no faith.
Dareios:
Heathens.
Stavros:
That is true, Dareios. But not always. When I was just a boy, I prayed to the Gods, for a horse. The Gods never answered me. So I stole one, instead.
Dareios:
We're surrounded by heathens.
[Falls dead with a knife in his back]
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