Survival has its own etiquette.

The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.

Let fools believe what fools believe.

Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price.

The heavens listen to what is said on these cobbles. Laws of man and nature come together here. Here you must be firm. Here you must be true.

These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?

Always take responsibility for your past. It is your only collateral in life. Unless you despise yourself now, you cannot despise yourself then. Everything you did is a part of the process that brought you here. All your past is as alive and real as your so-called 'present.'