— My poor child. You're like Achilles; cursed by your greatness. You must never confuse your feelings with your duties, Alexander. A king must make public gestures for the common people. You will be nineteen this summer, and the girls already say you don't like them, you like Hephastion more. I understand, it's natural for a young man. But if you go to Asia without leaving a successor you risk all
— Hephastion loves me. As I am. Not who.
— Look at you. You are everything that he was not. He was coarse, you are refined. He was a general, and you are a king. He could not rule himself... and you shall rule the world. <...> No, Alexander. Zeus is your father. Act like it. <...> I taught you my heart, Alexander! And by Zeus and Dionysus, you grew beautiful.
— Damn your sorceress soul.
— Your soul is mine, Alexander.