I'M RAEL
He has to win. He can't but win. Everyone's telling him, you're gonna win, you're gonna get out of this, look how far you're gonna go--
The emphasis of it all is staggering - sheer impetus exploding toward future he doesn't see, can't see, knows it's his own fault he's not gouging his eyes out for seeing.
He's gotta win. They think he's a winner.
But his opponent is the back-turned-double-headed eyes of the gunning Quaestor-Praetor.
That man? Not a winner by any stretch of the imagination.
What he is? An operator who hates with a vile, vociferous passion to lose.