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Title: Beware of what you say, when, and to whom.
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Pairing: Vulpes/Arcade
Tags: Gen
Summary: Arcade and Vulpes talking Latin. (or my attempt at it)

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“Oh well, I knew I would die someday, I’d rather hoped it would be later than sooner”
“Will you stop whining?”
Arcade rolled his eyes. “We’re going unarmed and... peacefully... into the Legion Fort to talk with the most brutal and bloodthirsty war leader the post apocalyptic Wasteland has ever heard of and I’m not even allowed to mourn my all-too early demise?”
The courier elbowed him in the ribs. “Oh come on, you pessimist. All I wanna do is give him a chance to retreat before... you know.”
“Yeah, I know.” They had had this discussion before, and Arcade knew it to be a waste of breath to start it all over again. Saying that Caesar might accept the courier’s terms and retreat was a bit like saying that radiation might not be harmful. Telling the courier to give up and not try and find a peaceful solution was like telling water to try and flow uphill. So Arcade had made some sort of peace with his life instead of refusing to come along (well, he had tried but he had yet to see someone win an argument against the courier, so he could be forgiven) was now following him through the Fort, heading for Caesar’s tent.

He stood a little off to one side and mustered the two people now engaging in a heated discussion and the one man standing somewhat beside the throne who seemed to be some sort of advisor. That man – the courier had introduced him as Vulpes Inculta as they had entered the tent – occasionally twitched a muscle in his face as if he, too, suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at some of the things his superior said.

Arcade sidled a little closer and he and the advisor exchanged a glance form the corners of their eyes.
“I told him it was a stupid idea to try”, Arcade muttered under his breath.
The Legionary beside him slowly crossed his arms but didn’t look at Arcade. ”Diligentia maximum etiam mediocris ingeni subsidium.”
“Possunt quia posse videntur.”
At that, Vulpes did turn his head and looked at Arcade with one raised eyebrow. “Sed vir sapit qui pauca loquitur.”
”He never does”, Arcade chuckled and crossed his arms. The other two verbal combatants were, as of yet, oblivious of their low conversation. “Not even when he knows beyond doubt that it won’t be of use.” Then he shrugged and added: “Audaces fortuna iuvat.”
“Maybe that is so”, Vulpes gave back, a faint smile on his lips. “But still... exitus acta probat.”
“The result of this is that we’ll die”, Arcade muttered under his breath. “And all because of following this... starry-eyed kid.”
“Maybe you will be allowed to live”, Vulpes replied mildly. “And only be enslaved.”
Arcade shot him a sour look. “Non est vivere sed valere vita est.”
Vulpes sounded outright amused. “Ad praesens ova cras pullis sunt meliora ad quem ad quod.”
“I’d rather have the chickens, thank you. Why don’t I just get the hell out of here?”
“There is no fame or glory in running.”
“Fame?” Arcade snorted softly. “Glory? Your way of thinking, maybe, for me, si post fata venit gloria non proper.”
“The profligate’s way of thinking. The way of the weak”, Vulpes sneered. “Damnant quodnon intelligent.”
“What is there to understand? To us, you’re murderers and slavers.” Arcade could already feel the ropes biting into his wrists, but couldn’t make himself stop. In a way, he was as bad as the courier once he was engaged in a discussion.

“Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui”, Vulpes replied slowly. “He will not be amused if he becomes aware of what you are saying.” He made a small, significant pause. “De fumo in flammam.”
Arcade stared straight ahead and realised the discussion between the courier and Caesar had come to an abrupt end. He waited for a few moments, but no one ordered to have them arrested or killed, and the courier finally straightened up again and nodded at Arcade.
“We have five minutes to get out of here”, he said.
“Tempus fugit”, Arcade replied with a nervous grin and turned to Vulpes again. “I’d bit you vale, but I’d rather we not meet again.”
Vulpes crossed his arms, a tiny smile on his lips. “Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim.”
“Favete linguis.”
At that, Vulpes actually laughed and escorted them out of the tent himself. “It is refreshing to meet a man with and intelligence among the profligates”, he said after reaching the tent flap. “You should have a place here, among the Legion’s finest. You would certainly deserve it.”
“I’d rather not be a slaver and murderer myself”, Arcade replied slowly. “I’m a doctor, not a fighter and I’ll never be anything else. Nosce te ipsum.”
“Bonitas non est pessimis esse meliorem.”
“As I said, I’d rather be alive than glorified.”
“You shall have no glory at all. There is no way you can win this fight.”
“No?” Arcade shrugged. “Maybe. Sed fallaces sunt rerum species, et minuma maxima sunt.” With these words he cast a significant look at the couriers neck where the platinum chip hung in a small leather pouch. Vulpes narrowed his eyes, looked back and forth between the courier and Arcade and shrugged.
“Memento mori.”
Before he could vanish through the tent flap Arcade said softly: “Cineri gloria sera est.”
If Vulpes had heard it, he gave no sign.

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Diligentia maximum etiam mediocris ingeni subsidium: Diligence is a very great help even to a mediocre intelligence.
Possunt quia posse videntur: They can because they seem to be able to (they can do it because they think they can do it - the power of positive thinking)
Vir sapit qui pauca loquitur: That man is wise who talks little (know when to hold your tongue)
Audaces fortuna iuvat or fortes fortuna iuvat: Fortune favours the brave
Exitus acta probat: The result validates the deeds.
Non est vivere sed valere vita est: Life is not being alive but being well (life is more than just being alive)
Ad praesens ova cras pullis sunt meliora ad quem ad quod: Eggs today are better than chickens tomorrow
Si post fata venit gloria non proper: If glory comes after death, I'm not in a hurry
Damnant quodnon intelligent: They condemn what they do not understand
Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui: Beware of what you say, when, and to whom
De fumo in flammam: Out of the smoke into the flame
Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim: Be patient and tough; some day this pain will be useful to you.
Favete linguis: Hold your tongue
Nosce te ipsum: Know thyself
Bonitas non est pessimis esse meliorem: It is not goodness to be better than the worst.
Fallaces sunt rerum species et minima maxima sunt: The appearances of things are deceptive and the smallest things are most important.
Memento mori: Remember that you will die
Cineri gloria sera est: Glory paid to ashes comes too late

Written with the help of: http://latin-phrases.co.uk/ I could never pretend to have composed that on my own.

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