You're leaving.

I must.

It's a journey I can't keep you from. Your eyes have never left it all these months. I can recognize pain. But still, my counsel is to wait. Gratus is to be replaced. The governorship goes to Pontius Pilate.

When?

Very soon. It's very much to our purpose.

Nothing is to the purpose if, when I come back to Judea, I come too late. That is the thought which has punished me every moment I've spent here.

Will Rome see you again?

Here is a part of my life which you have made for me. I shall remember it.

Whoever the gods are, they take small interest in an old man's hopes.

They have their way.