"If we both make it out of this arena together, there will never again be a reason for either of us to return," Maximus said, soundly.

"But as long as you must fight, Wyatt, then so must I."

He paused, still hurt though his face was stoic, resolute, and he crossed the distance between them a little bit - the limp impairing his stride.

"You would do the same," He said again, his voice lowered. "And have done worse. I will not let you die, this time."