‎Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet.

Only so much can be borne from men, so much from gods

Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.

Sometimes the cost of winning for all the right reasons is so great that spirits die and hearts grow cold.

Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone.

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

Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching determination and unswerving devotion, the hurricane pauses and calms. Its ravings turn to mutters.