We know. We've seen it all before.
Every man's in his own hands, with a little help from his brothers.
Everyone prepares for battle in his own way.
I'm reverent from a distance.
Men make their own fates - it's personal, not a matter for debate.
Niko, you're halfway to where you need to go. It's the most dangerous time. And all the gods and forces have a stake in you, Hero. Or do you want to be just a memory, a cult somewhere, with people sacrificing horses to your name?