A Fallen Brother

[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Another victory. Marked with more Roman blood. This time, the blood of Glaber; a man that many knew Spartacus to have personal vendetta against. It was now quenched, and they were to set to mind bigger things; stronger purpose. Building an army. They had limited time here in the ludus before news of Glaber's demise fell. It was just enough time to mourn those they had lost. Many had fallen. Mira. Oenomaus. And they would be forever honored. Agron was moving around to assist in getting their people readied, ensuring that those injured were tended to by whatever makeshift medicus they had.

But his eyes fell upon one particular man; someone that Agron knew to have been close to the former doctore. Whether he heard or saw him approaching, Agron was uncertain. But when he was close enough to the man, he spoke. "I know what it is to lose a brother," he told him. His voice thick with sincerity, referencing the death of Duro. "It weighs heavy on the heart." A weight that was never lifted. Only one to be honored, in the spilling of more Roman shits.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Oenomaus had fallen. Gannicus sat where he was, the body of his fallen brother behind him under cloth. He was not sure what this would mean for him, but Oenomaus had given him forgiveness. He could live without such guilt now. Melitta and Oenomaus would be together in the afterlife--as it should be. He would delay joining them for some time if he could. His rudus was gone, he was no longer a freedman. Yet he had come to find purpose in fighting, and here their was a abundance of it. His brother had always tried to get him to give value to his own life, but Gannicus never could. With Oenomaus gone from this world, there seemed little more for it. Hearing steps he looked up, seeing the German there. A man he had come to call friend. "You had a brother?" he asked, not needing to know what might have happened to him. In this world only the winners lived. "I had known Oenomaus since I was a boy. We trained, lived, and fought together. He will be missed in ways I had not understood."

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[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Speaking of Duro was not something that Agron made habit of. Especially among people that did not witness first hand what had happened. He had opened up to him about Nasir upon one of their first conversations. And now, he wished to do the same to Gannicus, expressing that he knew what it meant to lose one. Whether it was helpful or not, he desired to express the shared understanding of the pain. Agron nodded, a slight clench of his jaw in reminder. "He was struck down by the Romans. When fighting against the house of Batiatus." The start of the Rebellion. And how far they had come.

He looked at Gannicus once more, moving closer to him as he spoke of how he and Oenomaus had grown up together; how he had not realized how much he would miss him. "It becomes no easier." Agron wasn't going to sugar coat the pain of such a loss. There was no relevance in that. Reaching out he put a hand on Gannicus' shoulder in attempted support. "I fight to honor Duro. With each fucking Roman shit I send to the afterlife." He did it to avenge him. To bring justice to all those enslaved and met their end because of it. "Find way to honor fallen brother, and see pain of loss soothed." This wasn't Agron's attempt to recruit him to their cause. He had learned that Gannicus would join if he so wished. What he did suggest, was finding a deeper purpose. Or wallow in the pain of despair at the loss of a loved one.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Agron spoke of his brother and the loss of such. Many brothers had fallen to this war, and Gannicus still did not give support toward it. Not in voice or action, though he gave aid. Training and what knowledge he could of his time roaming free. He did not feel killing would honor Oenomaus. Agron was not a champion and could not understand. Honor was from the arena and the glory of the crowd. Crixus once understood. Gannicus had sought ti give Oenomaus the honor of a glorious death, but in this his brother had found it himself. He did not join the others for want to give to cause but because he was a slave could not find peace in being free. Killing was all he knew and only skill he had. Staying would give purpose and allow for the killing of Roman men. The roar of the crowd would be his brothers in this. Tilting his head up to Agron though without his rare smile, Gannicus gave voice to agreement, "Then let us see every fucking Roman to the afterlife." Not because killing gave honor it Oenomaus but because fighting here honored his brother. Killing was fun sport that was addition. Standing, Gannicus moved to stand near Agron. "I have no memories of my family before the Roman's took us. I was but child. Oenomaus became brother, and friend. I did not repay him in life but I will honor him." With fighting.

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