Tempus never left a problem for another to solve. Tempus never let the pain or difficulty of an undertaking persuade him not to pursue a resolution his heart thought was right. Tempus never gave up.

Death is a doorway, Niko, that leads to an adventure greater than any you have ever known.

Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.

War's balance will prevail.

I want to live like a man.

Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.

Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.