Alan Van Sprang: Dareios
Stavros : Hyperion's legions are gathering at Tartarus. That's where Hellenists will fall.
Phaedra : That future's not set.
Stavros : But likely. It'll be a slaughter.
Phaedra : You have no faith.
Dareios : Heathens.
Stavros : That is true, Dareios. But not always. When I was just a boy, I prayed to the Gods, for a horse. The Gods never answered me. So I stole one, instead.
Dareios : We're surrounded by heathens.
[Falls dead with a knife in his back]