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.

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.

Honorable battle sustains a Sacred Band.

Why is it we are always the targets of the angry Fates? Twice as many men of ours met harm as did theirs, since we've come here.

Survival has its own etiquette.

It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right.

There is no mercy in trading life for life. And certainly no righteousness. Mercy, once given, cannot be taken back.