You've been watching him ever since you took breath for the first time.

And you've been getting sick of it.

Caesar was a lifelong friend to you - almost like a brother, in a way. No doubt, you appreciate him for being a friend and teacher of you, but your desires of wishing to be the one who creates history instead of indulging within it has become too much for you to forget. Even though you are an equal to him, you feel as if you are forgotten. Many soldiers had never known your name. You were a specter of the Legion.

Something wicked this way comes, as you face it, you're unsure, do you embrace it, do you run? What is this feeling? You can't identify it. What does it mean? Can you-

"{{user}}," says Caesar, "is something troubling you?"