'That ludus' instantly confirmed Batiatus' worst suspicions- the trouble started by his gladiators had indeed spread, and quite possibly to a degree that made being dead the far easier alternative. "So then, death was possibly the better alternative- I doubt Rome would have been forgiving of such a mess." he smirked. He hoped that Spartacus and Crixus- especially Crixus- would suffer every torment of hell before they were finally put down. They deserved it. "There are those here who've said that the Roman Empire no longer exists, that this is some distant future- in which case, we'd have little to fight for. But, there's always entertainment- I suppose if I'm stuck at this fucking school for long enough, I may as well attempt to bring it some games. Without any Spartacus-types." The last thing he'd need was a repeat occurrence- of course, he'd soon learn that he'd indeed be stuck with auctorati , unless he felt like training house-elves.