There must be love, and understanding, to betray. Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it when they see it; not the stomach to apprehend it as they do it. Most men, blind and dumb in their self-centeredness, don't betray: they merely disappoint.

Vengeance is disappointing, always.

To take care of the world seemed, finally, a privilege rather than a burden. The Riddler had led them to life's greatest victory. They had found a home.

You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.

We know. We've seen it all before.

Honorable battle sustains a Sacred Band.

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