It was the worst thing he had ever seen. Only moments before victory had swelled in his chest, now there was coldness.
His knees buckled under him. His vision was cloudy with tears. Shoulders shaking he gasped for air, trying to contain his tears.
"Oh you where like my brother. I now remember all the laughs and trails we shared. What a horrible death for the most noble of Romans." He clutched his dead friend's hand and pressed it to his cheek.
"Cassius you shall have a funeral befitting yourself. I only wish our last meeting wasn't so full of sorrow."
Brutus stood, tears streaking down his face. "The world will never forget my friend and brother that I loved above all else."