“Lucilla: What did my father want with you?

Maximus: To wish me well before I leave for home.

Lucilla: You’re lying, I could always tell when you were lying because you were never any good at it.

Maximus: I never acquired your comfort with it.

Lucilla: True, but then you never had to, life is more simple for a soldier. Or do you think me heartless?

Maximus: I think you have a talent for survival.”