Spartacus (Agron & Duro)
They’re crammed into the stinking hold of the ship with scores of other captives, Duro still injured from battle. Agron uses half his daily water ration to keep the wound clean.
The journey towards Neapolis seems to last forever. They make endless bad jokes to keep their spirits up and drown out the constant lapping of the waves.
When they’re finally driven off the ship into the glaring sun of the Republic, Agron grips Duro’s shoulder hard. “Whatever happens, we stay together.”
Duro nods, solemn for once, as though he were five years old again, shadowing Agron’s footsteps everywhere.