He sighed, "the chocolate is older then the savior. Funny how many things end up happening like that." but his own people had done that. To the victor, went the spoils. As a warrior he was very aware of that. "And last I heard it was some Roman who killed your savior. Not you."
He finished the chocolate. "There is nothing wrong with grief. There is something wrong with letting grief control every step you make. and personally, I don't like being treated as if I am poison. I did not kill him, nor ate his heart. Put the blame where there is blame."