Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.
You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.
Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days.
Life to you, Riddler, and everlasting glory.
Painful things are quickly forgotten.
For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.