It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right.
One man, one horse, one holocaust on demand.
But she has found real love, and love can heal and save.
We know. We've seen it all before.
"Godling? Demigod?" Lysis nearly howled. "You'd be beaten black and blue in Thebes, and staked out overnight for claims like that. In Sparta, the secret police would ambush you, violate you, skin you alive and use your skull for a drinking cup."
Men make their own fates - it's personal, not a matter for debate.