Marcus Caesar Monologue

Marcus looks back to him.

“There are times. I wish I could live by my mother’s words. And times when I understand…I cannot,” Colet professes. “My mother would have me carry a bucket of water, everywhere I went, when my power first presented itself.” He recounts, “When I was five, I went fishing with my older brothers at a stream near our home. I never caught any fish and my brothers would tease me relentlessly for days after.” (He was transported back to that time in his mind.) “It was close to supper, and my brothers had already caught three each. I still have not caught any. Out of sheer frustration, I threw my rod into the stream, and my brothers force me in to retrieve it. I was climbing out when I heard my eldest brother scream and ran

He thought long and hard, knowing the ramification that will befall this family, due to the transgression that has taken place. “You’re going to have to take responsibility for what you’ve done. Just as my men would have for disobeying orders,” he tells him: feeling a kinship with Marcus that is making it hard for him to order his death.

“Are you going to kill me?” Marcus questions. His childlike innocent made it hard to forget that he was just a young boy: a victim of his circumstance that did not understand the ramification of his actions.

A pang expression took over Colet’s face. He felt a sentimental woe in the pit of his stomach that made him feel ashamed, at the very thought of executing a child: especially one that was only a few years younger than him, when he committed his first killed, using his power to protect his family. Although, he knew Marcus would have to pay for what he did and that the commanders will never believe Sara acted alone. He was still reluctant, twisted up inside with the choice he as both a Lieutenant and a Kingsman, has to make. He knew what he needed to do, but he wonders if he truly can go through with

The sound of her son’s voice brought her to tears. She did not know how to respond to losing her child. She falls to the floor. She could barely move. Her exhaustion has taken over. Her body was drain of every bit of strength she could muster. She strains her neck looking up to Colet. He tries to help her up, but she did not want his assistance.

Colet bends down to her and whispers in her ear. “I promise your son…someday you’ll understand.” He sees the bloodstain on her gown has grown in size and realize Sara is still bleeding. “Let me summon you a Devine. He can help treat your wound.”

“Leave me,” Sara snivels, staring past him to a Kingsman tying Marcus’s wrists together. “I now understand how men like the King stay in power,” she speaks on her knees with tears streaming down her face, as Marcus disappears from her view. “As long as he has callous men that tend to his needs, regardless of the pain they bring to others…then man like him will always stay in power.” She peers back to him with watery eyes. “I pray…Lieutenant.” She nearly chokes on the word. “You never feel this scathing pain that you have gifted me with.”

Colet steps back from Sara, feeling the sting of her words pierce his heart. He heads to the door, where he lingers in it. “I’m sorry for my cruelty,” he said before