The Fountains Will Run Red

Decius arrived merely moments ago to take Caesar to the Senate. My Juls proclaimed that it was against his will to attend, and I overheard him mention my dream of his statue running red with blood, citizens smiling gaily while bathing their hands within it. Decius convinced him that the public would disregard him as a leader if he were to follow the simple suggestions of a woman, so he left to the Senate. I wait in aguish for his return.