Men make their own fates - it's personal, not a matter for debate.
Go carefully, child of mat, where no mercy can be had, and let your faith lead you on.
In this new world, this day and forever, then, we are not only Thebans - we are all Stepsons. We are all one Sacred Band. If you will have us. And mine will fight by yours, henceforth, as brothers.
Every man's in his own hands, with a little help from his brothers.
A wise one determines his own fate.
These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?