"You speak as if you know the future." Not really a surprise, as, Batiatus was still convinced that he was in the underworld. "But I can't say it causes me a second of grief to hear that even gods may one day fall."

Batiatus actually managed a dry, sardonic chuckle at Mordi's comment about troubles and blood. "Or they are covered in less of it. This is mostly mine, and I didn't offer it up for a fucking exhibition. But, I suppose it may be the less tedious alternative, considering the pile of shit that bitch Fortuna's heaped upon my house." On reflection, it probably was better to be dead, than to be facing the responsibility associated with the rebellion of his gladiators and the inevitable cost of putting it down.