Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.

‎What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.

It's all the same - no good without evil, no balance...no maat. If we lose one, we lose the other. It's just life, that's all.

These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?

Life was never simple, happiness never where you thought you'd left it, and right and wrong no more fixed than clouds in the sky.

Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.