"I do not remember being presented with fucking choice!" Gannicus laughed wryly; it was easier to pretend that Spartacus had dragged him unwillingly in to his foolish plans than to admit that maybe - maybe - for once in his life Gannicus had made a good choice because he was actually a good man.

He laughed again, hollowly, and stared unseeingly at the victor in the limelight. When the laughter died on his lips, he added:

"Were it not for Spartacus and his mad fucking cause, my purpose would yet still be lost to me."

How to retain it in Panem - now that was the true challenge that faced him now.