Centurion

& Centurion Quintus Dias: My father believed that to truly defeat an enemy, you must know him better than yourself. I know this enemy well. They play only to their strengths, and will not be drawn into open combat. Instead, they pick at the scab until we bleed, hiding in the shadows like animals, striking hard and fast then falling back into the night. Come the dawn, we count our losses and sow the earth with our dead. This is a new kind of war, a war without honour, without end.


& Quintus: I've never seen a general so beloved of his men.
    Bothos: Well, in training he is our scholar, at the feast he is our father, in the ranks he is our brother. And in battle he is the god we pray to save our souls.
    Quintus: Where did you read that?
    Bothos: It's written on the shithouse wall, sir. Probably wrote it himself.

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& Quintus: Shit! That Macros can move.
    Tarak: He used to be a marathon runner before he joined up.
    Quintus: How do you know that?
    Tarak: We make the food, we know everything.


& Quintus: This is Hadrian's big, fucking plan? A wall?


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scab — струп; корочка


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~ Bloody.