Romans and Rebels

[Attius]

The rebels had lost their minds! They had gone around, killing all Romans within Sinuessa, even though they were prisoners of theirs. Attius wasn't overly fond of them, but nor was he fond of the reversal. He had attempted to speak against it, which had only landed him a blow on the head, alongside his brother of heart. He supposed there was some relief found in that Gannicus did not condone their behavior, for when he eventually awoke, he found Gannicus unconscious next to him. Apparently, Spartacus was not in favor of this either. It caused an immense rift among the rebels, splitting the group in two. Attius was moved with the remaining survivors to ensure their protection, while guarded by those rebels still loyal to Spartacus. The whole thing was a fucking disaster. Attius told them that he would distribute food to the others.

The fact that he had lent aid to Spartacus for entry upon the city -- even though he had been cornered to do so -- gave him some trust among the present rebels. And, it was better that the Romans be served by one of their own. Though, desperation gave them little choice for they had no other means to gain access to food. Among the survivors, was Laeta. Attius had known her and her husband; most everyone did in Sinuessa. Seeing her in such condition was quite a surprise. But, at least she was alive. After giving some bread to the others, he arrived at her, so that he could speak to her a moment. "They won't kill us," Attius told her. Of that, he was certain. "One among them is trusted friend. For right now, we are protected from the other mad shits." But even Attius knew, this was only temporary. He just knew that whatever confidence he had in Gannicus, could hopefully provide some comfort to Laeta. Because Attius too, was Roman.

Tag: Laeta

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❀Laeta ❀

Her husband was dead. The city that her father had loved and helped build was over run by slaves who sought Roman blood. Laeta felt herself ready to break and crumble, but she dared not. She had to be strong for the others, and show them that they could get past this. She had always believed in treating others with care, and this proved why. When you beat a dog, they took over a city and killed a city of innocents of crimes against them.

A shadow fell over her face and she blinked up at a fellow Roman, and saw he offered her bread. She gave him a weak smile in thanks as she took the food and his words. "Trusted friend?" She questioned, wondering how a loyal Roman gained favor with slaves who hated them. "Their hate grows as strong as their numbers. If they do not let us free soon, I fear we will only be used for amusement, and killed." She had never used a slave as such, but she knew many who did. She feared that such treatment would befall on the others here and some without merit.

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