"The Philosopher Emperor?" Sylvester exclaimed when he recognized the name. "You're the last good emperor of Rome?"
"Was..." Saint Scepter, now Marcus Aurelius, replied. "You know my name, which means you come from a time beyond mine?"
Sylvester was still digesting the fact that he was fighting against Marcus Aurelius all that time, "I don't know if I should be disappointed or impressed. The Philosopher Emperor fought, killed, and betrayed his way up all this time. It went against your character. And yes, I do come from a time far in the future from your era."
"Everything—a horse, a vine—is created for a purpose... For what task, then, were you yourself created?" Saint Scepter replied. "I opposed what I deemed wrong while fulfilling the obligations that were imposed upon me by birth—my purpose. A king has to destroy, murder, and pillage his enemies to retain his position; it is his duty."
