“Goodbye, my love". He doesn't say it. There's no room for softness...”

[Narrating: as Leonidas bids farewell to his wife]

"Goodbye, my love". He doesn't say it. There's no room for softness, not in Sparta. No place for weakness. Only the hard and strong may call themselves Spartans. Only the hard. Only the strong.

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