Arrows are cheap; you're expensive.
I must decide if you deserve to die.
Only so much can be borne from men, so much from gods
It's in the god's hands.
Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to flout the gods? Bring godhead where a man may reach out and take it? growls Enlil, and lightning splits a clear blue sky.
Humiliation sets armies marching, empires falling, breaks hearts and minds and souls.