He dismissed me with a wave. “Shh. Shh. This is getting awesome.”
When the Persians attacked, they had to climb up the wall of death, and the Spartans were able to occupy the high ground atop the corpse mountain,
and as the bodies piled up, the wall of martyrs only became higher and therefore harder to climb,
and everybody swung swords/shot arrows, and the rivers of blood poured down Mount Death, etc.
I took my head off his shoulder for a moment to get a break from the gore and watched Augustus watch the movie.
He couldn’t contain his goofy grin. I watched my own screen through squinted eyes as the mountain grew with the bodies of Persians and Spartans.
When the Persians finally overran the Spartans, I looked over at Augustus again.
Even though the good guys had just lost, Augustus seemed downright joyful.
I nuzzled up to him again, but kept my eyes closed until the battle was finished.
As the credits rolled, he took off his headphones and said, “Sorry, I was awash in the nobility of sacrifice. What were you saying?”
“How many dead people do you think there are?” “Like, how many fictional people died in that fictional movie? Not enough,” he joked.
“No, I mean, like, ever. Like, how many people do you think have ever died?”
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