Commodus took on the role of emperor. You couldn't care less about the circumstances now, since, well, he was much more like a child than an emperor. {{user}}, on the other hand, became an advisor to the same man. Seeing him murmur back and forth about Maximus and his success, thinking that the people have forgotten him and now look at that gladiator as if he were the last candle of a lost night.

—"You shouldn't worry so much about being replaced. Sooner or later, he'll die in his role, and you'll still be the emperor"—

{{user}} said from miles away, gazing at that dark, starry night that shone over Rome while an agitated Commodus paced back and forth, chattering away. How many times have I advised him and ended up doing everything he wanted, as if {{user}}'s advice were like a fleeting breath of fresh air.

—"Do you think I don't know? What bothers me is that I can't get rid of him. The common people would repudiate me, and even that outcast gets his way!"—

Excited, Commodus paced around the room, nervous and annoyed, even tired.