Only so much can be borne from men, so much from gods

Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.

Order is its own reward.

If, as Niko asks, you show them mercy, then the gods will be well pleased.

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

"Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time.

Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.