In this sojourn of life, is it not better to have a companion than to go it alone?

Is it not preferable to sit on the beach drinking daiquiris with an intimate while watching the sunset than to be a mighty barbarian general-king, solitary and out front of the troops, as you lead  the fateful way on an intrepid journey down a fabled highway to the imminent world-shaking sack of (a) Rome?  Ah, the glory!

But, oh, the love.