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<The truth is: he hasn't denied her wild assumptions! So she is right and all the dreams and bizarre connections to the Ancient Rome he carries with him, his odd way of speaking with old and strange words were not an illusion. Just like her dreams and the intimate knowledge of his body. They were real and more to that, they had been lived… once. Maximus had told her they had already met.

Silence is her best strategy to pursue the goal she aims: an understanding to cut the nightmares, to stop what she has been enduring for so many nights, to disregard the notion that she was losing her head and had to get locked with crazy people. It is not a cold treatment at all. It is a way to let him chose what he wants to say.

As he comes back from the bathroom, his face so unreadable she doesn't know if she should be worried. In her dreams, she had discovered a man whose underlying brutality could surface on certain occasion and all her nerves were on high alert. Did she push him too much? Could she trust him? Would he want to protect his secret by all means now that she had found it?

Maximus' body language doesn't betray any threat or potential aggression so she accepts to follow him. He hadn't notice the pepper spray she had quickly tucked in her jacket before closing the house, you never knew… On his bike, she holds him not as a lover would but like an acquaintance, keeping her touch the lightest and the less ambiguous as possible. She lets him drive without asking any question but soon she recognizes the road to his home…

A DVD? How can answers come from a vulgar DVD? She wants to ask but the utter purpose with which he moves around the room prevents her to and she doesn't want him to notice that she's a bundle of nerves at that moment over a situation she caused herself. Throwing a glace at him, she acts as if she is confident with what is happening.

The first images don't particularly drag her attention. OK, a corn field or something like that and a woman with a boy, another "peplos" movie as French people call them...so what?

And then she sees Maximus, there, on the screen…but what strikes her immediately is the color surrounding him as he stands on the threshold of a forest. This bluish coldness is the exact color of her dreams. Only Maximus looks younger in them… The noise of a door closing catches her attention and Sophie guesses that he doesn't want to watch the movie with her. Soon, she understands why and has to hide her face behind her hands to avoid certain unbearable scenes. Her heart pounding, she can't restrain her tears as Maximus tragic destiny unveils in front of her eyes.

She finds him outside with Lupus resting at his feet. The wolf moves his ears but doesn't move otherwise to show he acknowledges her presence. Sophie represses the need to throw herself at Maximus when he holds his hand for her to take.

But as soon as their skins get in contact, she kneels and grabs him, still overwhelmed and stunned by what she has seen. Long moments pass in silence, many questions whirling into her head. Even if found some explanation in that movie, like Maximus' obsession for the statues, many other questions found no answer. When she finally speaks, her voice is hoarse but firm:>

"Did you go to Germania before you were a general?"

"Yes, I did."

You really know how to talk to a woman, Maxime...Wasn't I too long? <He doesn't answer but with his look on her, she knows he won't hold it against her. She smiles and grabs her keys and purse.> Do you mind leaving your mechanical horse here? We take my car 'cause I'm definitely not cutting this skirt...

<On their way to the door, she stops to put on her sandals and leans on him to put the strap behind her heel. Her mood is strange: it's a mix of exhilaration for going public with her lover for the first time, bitchiness to make one particular person cringe with envy and finally uneasiness: watching the movie had evidently answered a lot of questions. For example, she understood her obsession: the statues represented his wife and son. But it had also unleashed a terrifying recollection: her heart and soul eaten by the jealousy of Maximus' love of his family, Sophia had prayed relentlessly for them to die in atrocious pains...>

What? But...!


<Sophie can't believe he's playing "macho-macho man". Her first move is to hold the keys a little more firmly in her palm as this very thought of being with a man who can't stand to be driven by a woman. And then she has a better look at him and something in his face doesn't fit the "macho" thingy. Maximus had never made any comment about her driving the last times it had occurred. Could he have picked that she was shaken up by something...or someone she had seen in the movie? It wasn't the moment to alarm him so she reluctantly hands him the keys. But she can't help but tease him to hide her mood:>