Well, well, well...

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Sorry, Roman Centurions, I don't know if I can root for you.

With any other movie, there's a fair chance I'd hear Roman Centurions fighting guerrillas and make a dismissive wanking motion at yet another "American imperialism is bad, it's a bad thing, baaaad!" movie, but I actually trust Neil Marshall to realize Roman Centurions! Killing things! And, you know, give the social commentary a rest and put it in its proper place behind things getting killed in creative way. Plus, hot girls killing stuff. I'm sorry, I was warped by Rhona Mitra in Doomsday at an impressionable age. Although I could've been sixty and I still would've been warped.

I may have pondered creating a fic where Viper had a twin sister so there could be girl-gay with Eden. Don't judge me.

In conclusion, somewhere Emma has started having a psychic fantasy of Jean and she has no idea why.