Freida Pinto: Phaedra
Stavros : Hyperion's legions are gathering at Tartarus. That's where Hellenists will fall.
Phaedra : That future's not set.
Stavros : But likely. It'll be a slaughter.
Phaedra : You have no faith.
Dareios : Heathens.
Stavros : That is true, Dareios. But not always. When I was just a boy, I prayed to the Gods, for a horse. The Gods never answered me. So I stole one, instead.
Dareios : We're surrounded by heathens.
[Falls dead with a knife in his back]
Phaedra : To those whom much is given, much is taken away.
Stavros : Good to see you're still alive. Worried that cow had gotten the best of you.
Theseus : It almost did. She saved my life.
Stavros : Looks like she did more than that.
Phaedra : [Looks down embarrassed]
Theseus : Careful.
Stavros : Just 'cause you have that bow doesn't mean I'm going to treat you any differently.
Theseus : Good. We march to the monastery.
[Turns and starts walking away]
Theseus : We have a war to fight.