Arrows are cheap; you're expensive.

Fury from the heavens; fury at the gods - inseparable.

Look around you. It's an honor to fight beside you. Today we choose to fight. For the freedom to fight on other days. So we remember what's worth fighting for.

Every man's in his own hands, with a little help from his brothers.

Something awful is always going to happen, Arton. It's Sanctuary. You're a Stepson. Awful is a big part of your job.

It is hard to battle anger, for whatever it wants it pays from the soul.

"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning that crackles from his gaze.