Maximus listened quietly, and solemnly, unable to help but to think of his son - who would never have brothers and who would never grow old enough to even think of joining the army. He could not blame Wyatt's father for keeping one even as he let the others go.
He did not think he could bear the weight of a son's death a second time.
When Wyatt smiled he shook himself loose from dark thoughts and attempted to smile back - though it was tight and restrained. "Good. A man's honour is important. But if you were no soldier...?" The sentence trailed off into a question. Maximus could hardly think of a replacement. Politics, certainly, were far from honourable, even in Rome.
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He did not think he could bear the weight of a son's death a second time.
When Wyatt smiled he shook himself loose from dark thoughts and attempted to smile back - though it was tight and restrained. "Good. A man's honour is important. But if you were no soldier...?" The sentence trailed off into a question. Maximus could hardly think of a replacement. Politics, certainly, were far from honourable, even in Rome.