Naevia

Spartacus had told Naevia about this plan to go and rescue Crixus from the arena. To be honest, it was suicide...but so was the idea to come and rescue her from the mines. She still felt horrible about that one. Nasir was badly wounded, they lost at least 3 or 4 people in the woods, and on top of that Crixus along with a few others were taken. What would happen if Spartacus and the others failed? How would she go on without Crixus? She was a mere shell of her former self now...who else would even want her? If they succeeded would Crixus even want her back? She had been broken by those that thought themselves better than everyone else. She flinched anytime she was startled. She was still getting used to being away from the mines. A lot of the other rebels avoided her and she didn't mind so much. And when she did have company, it was often Nasir and the man Lucius. 

The gods were truly cruel. She prayed for Crixus to be returned to her arms everyday since she'd been turned from the House of Batiatus; and when she finally received his touch again, it was torn from her in an instant. The last thing he said in the mines was to Spartacus...to see her freed. What was freedom without Crixus? It was hollow and empty. Now that the gods had played their cruel joke, maybe now they would answer her plea to bring Crixus and the others back from the arena. She couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she never gave in to Crixus' advances...how different would their lives be? But there was no point in thinking about it now. They made their choices and this was the result.

Please bring him back to me...somehow...I pray for this to work