Painful things are quickly forgotten.

It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right.

Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.

Listen close and you can hear, Please, bless us and forgive us, and make us good here and strong here. Let us get along here. Let those we love and left behind be blessed. Let us find the proper path and keep to it. Help us act harmoniously, and find work pleasing in the sight of god and man.

He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and sky, and all that lives in nature, and leave them lonely.

I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly.

Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.