"Leave?" The old man snorted with a dismissive, cold scorn. "Beware, young one, I have trodden these streets for lifetimes beyond yours. With these weary eyes, I've witnessed our beloved city's transformation from one treacherous abyss to another—a deceptive snare not wrought by external foes but forged by our own rulers' hands, cutting off the old imperial values of the Romans."
The veteran, his face contorted with rage, raised a trembling fist, intent on silencing the old man's 'treasonous' words. But his comrades, understanding the gravity of the moment, restrained him, their hands a firm reminder of restraint.