Sometimes a man does what he'd most like to avoid.

Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.

For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.

You have crossbows: Shoot early; shoot often.

I'm reverent from a distance.

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

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.