"I want you to look at me, Gaius. Just look at me. This is a wig. I’m dying. Now if you look in my eyes, go ahead look, you can probably see it."
"I’m very sorry"
"No, no, no, I don’t want your pity, I’m still doing my job. In fact, I’m gonna aggressively pursue the men that attacked you and I’m going to limit the size of public assemblies to protect your people.
But I’m going to be slipping away from this life very soon and I’ve gotten kind of curious as to what that is going to be like. So I did some research. And there are some people that say that when people are getting closer to their death, they just don’t care as much about rules and laws and conventional morality.”
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, I’m just saying, have a quiet life and I’ll die a quiet little death and everyone will be happy. It’s just that I’m not in the mood any longer to indulge you and that’s…. all."