| How I have standed beneath your boughs
staring up at your eminance, wanting a place amongst your arms and hoping to be in your providence, the dreams that lie and the hopes that win are those that seperate from that which isn't |
Commodus: I searched the faces of the gods for ways to please you, to make you proud. One kind word, one full hug while you pressed me to your chest and held me tight, would've been like the sun on my heart for a thousand years. What is in me that you hate so much? Marcus Aurelius: Shh, Commodus. Commodus: All I've ever wanted was to live up to you.