|Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics|
| ... a squad of soldiers prepares the crosses; I look to my right and she is there, the one I love, the one I've failed yet again, the one I would give everything to save. She lifts her eyes to mine, all the love and trust and goodness in the world in a gaze.
"You're the best thing in my life, Gabrielle," I choke on the bitterness of failure and overwhelming love.
She smiles, wise and forgiving, "I love you, Xena..."