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-- Decimus! What... Who is this?! -- Quint hissed at his son.
-- It's not my fault! She came on her own! -- Decimus whispered back, holding the limp body of the girl in his hands.
-- What am I going to do with her now?! What have you already told her?
-- That we're from the legion...
-- I'm going to kill her right now!
-- Don't get so worked up, father...
Don't get worked up – the boy is right about that. Quint took a deep breath and looked around, checking to see if anyone could have seen them.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers