You've abandoned your own generals to ruin. Borders are undefended, and You sat idly while Lydia was attacked by your friends the Makedonnes. Explain yourself hypocrite! DESPOT! TYRANT! LIAR! THIEF! You call my general a barbarian and a savage, but you no nothing of his culture. A culture that looks up to truth, sacrifice, and a sense of duty, and honour. You've grown jealous of your old friend's glory in battle. He has no intention of ruling this land, and has stated that already. Do you not think the people would do something if all of a sudden he usurped the throne? You are the snake in the grass! Be mindful fellow men! Freedom has a price. The Gods have come to collect. And Sarpedon's black soul is on the bill.