Death is a doorway, Niko, that leads to an adventure greater than any you have ever known.
Such hubris could only come from a man's mouth.
Survival's the thing, isn't it?
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?
Her idea of who's worth what ain't mine.
Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.