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.

Then what difference does human striving make: mortal struggle, valor, pain? If you live, then live for the test of spirit, for the celebration of the heart. Live to fight on other days. Lose your beloveds one by one. And remember. Exalt the kiss of friend and horse and wind and sun, which venality cannot cheapen nor stupidity belittle.

Niko knew death like a sister - she was his true partner in the phenomenal world.

You must become like yourself.

Makes you wonder if the gods are always right.

Keep your enemies at a distance, your partners close at hand.

The Riddler says you make the world better one battle at a time.