Considering that the man stood beside him called Maximus his friend - family, even - Gannicus knew better than to chance any snide comment. Instead he kept his peace, and merely watched the man in the grey appraisingly. He was older than he had imagined him, Gannicus realised.
"I do not know him," He mused aloud - as if all gladiators from one end of Italia to the other, across centuries and centuries of blood and conquest, should somehow magically know each other by sight and by name. He shrugged easily and turned back to Wyatt.
"I shall introduce myself, upon a day. Perhaps not this one."
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"I do not know him," He mused aloud - as if all gladiators from one end of Italia to the other, across centuries and centuries of blood and conquest, should somehow magically know each other by sight and by name. He shrugged easily and turned back to Wyatt.
"I shall introduce myself, upon a day. Perhaps not this one."