Let fools believe what fools believe.

I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.

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.

Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.

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

I am always yours to call, wherever the sea can reach.

To the death with honor, shoulder to shoulder, and no one gets closer to a Stepson than his partner.