“Affection such as the one we share is looked down upon in Sparta. Do you know why that is?” he asked on a whisper, not taking his eyes off mine. “It is because it makes us weak. As warriors, we are to be obedient and to put our home above all else, to follow orders—no matter what they may be—and to die if we must. When we allow love into our lives, we become prisoners to it.”
