Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.
I'm reverent from a distance.
I must decide if you deserve to die.
I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly.
Such hubris could only come from a man's mouth.
The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.