There Is Always Hope

[Barca]

They were finally out of the sewers, and found an abandoned villa. The pursuit for Naevia continued, and Barca was aiding his friend as best he could. He still recalled an early conversation he once had with Crixus, calling him a mad fuck for showing affections to Lucretia's slave. Things had spiraled out of control, with a certain Syrian to blame. But Barca knew words would not mend wounded heart. Only her presence would do that. So the Beast of Carthage was offering whatever efforts he could muster in himself, and set it to the task of finding Naevia. The trail was long, but there still was a trail. Of that, there was hope. However far fetched, however seemingly distant: it was there.

Barca knew himself fortunate to still have Pietros in his life. That his love remained of this world. So his heart ached for his friend, knowing what it was to lose a lover. Though Barca knew not the fear of not knowing where they were. While the others got settled into the new area, Barca made his way to Crixus. "You require rest," Barca instructed him, knowing that the Gaul had been far too consumed with thoughts of his missing lover to allow himself any rest. "This would be time and place to gain it." It was much better than the sewers, that was for certain.

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