"Tomorrow then, one of us dies."

Crixus: What fever grips brain, that you would think me to band with you? To risk my life?

Spartacus: Is there one, without the woman you love? I know your heart Crixus. I felt the beating of it within my chest once.

Crixus: Then you know I'll survive, and see Naevia returned to me.

Spartacus: As my wife was returned. Batiatus ordered her death. I will see his house fall, and with it the villain's blood upon the earth.

Crixus: As would I in your position, but I am far removed. My escape would not aid Naevia, not while being hunted like a dog by the Romans?

Spartacus: Join me, and we will find her together.

Crixus: You know that in another life, you and I may have been as brothers. But not in this one. I must win my freedom in the arena.

Spartacus: Then we stand in the way of each other's cause.

Crixus: And both are just.

Spartacus: Tomorrow then, one of us dies.

Crixus: I fear it was always fated so.