Glaber: Why?

Ilithyia: Because you are not worthy of an heir. You are not worthy of me.

Glaber: Have we drifted so far? From the love we once held?

Ilithyia: It’s a speck upon distant shore. Too small to draw notice.

Glaber: I will hold my child in my arms. And you will play part of dutiful mother and wife.

Ilithyia: I will not.

Glaber: You will do as your husband commands!

Ilithyia: Then I pray Varinius gives them with softer voice!

Glaber: Varinius?

Ilithyia: My father dissolves our marriage in favor of more promising opportunity. I return with him to Rome at the close of the games.

Glaber: You conspire against me?

Ilithyia: We do what we must in face of growing disappointment.

Glaber: I’ll have words with your father-

Ilithyia: To what end? He allowed you my hand only because I begged with teary eye, wet with thoughts of love. They now stand dry. A desert deprived of rain.

Glaber: Is there nothing left between us?

Ilithyia: Memories, only. Yet, they too shall fade.