Live to fight on other days.
Shed your mortal skin and let me take you beneath the waves.
And personally, I've lost my thirst for vengeance.
Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price.
"Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time.
This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.