“You are too weak, Petros.  Not here, with your sword and shield, but inside. You cannot allow yourself to think and feel. You and I – we owe Lennix our lives! I, for one, cannot forget that.  Neither should you!”

(in a hushed voice) “I had a life once. (chuckles) I know.  It doesn’t seem possible, but it’s true. I had a wife and two fine sons. They were my pride and joy!  Then the black fever came. I watched each one die while I held them in my arms. In the end, I had nothing left to live for. I allowed the crops to die in the fields. When I couldn’t pay my debts, they threw me into the arena. I guess they thought I would probably die that first day, but I did not. That is where Lennix found me. So, if he orders me to do these terrible things, who am I to judge?”