[ WP ] Julius Caesar is granted a vision of his assassination and what becomes of the Republic after his death . How does he proceed ?

`` Well, what did you see?'' 
 
 `` Nothing, you terrible augur. Get out.'' 
 
 I laid on my side, slowly funneling grapes into my mouth, contemplating. 
 
 Why is this my fate? Why is this my destiny? To die, all because of some misdirected, stupid attempts to become powerful? I, the one that revived a dying empire, the one that has brought it to a terrifying peak that makes all other nations tremble, must die because I am not good for the republic? 
 
 What damned republic? This is merely a game, a game of thrones, some foolish lottery in which the only prize is inevitable death! All of this I have done for my country, all of this I have done to die! 
 
 Yet, maybe it is for the better. Maybe Octavian is the future. 
 
 Or maybe the future will be better off if I live? 
 
 I sat up on my mat and stared ahead at the large double doors leaving the room. Time for the meeting. 
 
 My own allies, my own friends, they will try to kill me. Is it for the better? I do n't know. 
 
 I walk down the marble steps, into the Senate. Tillius Cimber stops me, trying to get me to sign a petition. 
 
 I wave him away, but he grabs me, and he pulls my tunic off of my chest. 
 
 I shout. 
 
 `` Why, this is violence!'' 
 
 Casca has something shiny in his hand. I know what it is. 
 
 He tries to stab me in the neck, but I turn and grab him. 
 
 `` Casca, you villain, I know what you're doing.'' 
 
 He turns pale, and screams. 
 
 `` HELP ME, BROTHER!'' 
 
 They are all on me. I feel no pain. I only feel the tears streaming down my face as I know, that while I accept my fate, as it is the only way history can go, why must my betrayal be so ugly? Why so spiteful? 
 
 Why... 
 
 `` Et tu, Bruti?'' 
 

