Spartacus: Sura and I often spoke of children. A family we were going to have now forever denied me. As I now deny Glaber of his.
Ilithyia: The child is yours.
Spartacus: You lie.
Ilithyia: Would then my tongue make false noise? It yet speaks bitter truth. Monthly blood ceased after you came to me in Batiatus' villa. Lucretia had promised Crixus - a cruel jest. Tis a memory that lingers, is it not? Of that night. Of you inside me.
Spartacus: Yes. As does memory of my hands around your throat.
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