These warriors of the Sacred Band were inscrutable; they loved their war and death and picking through the bones of time to sort out right from wrong, good from bad, holy from profane, honor from dishonor.

Only so much can be borne from men, so much from gods

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

To take care of the world seemed, finally, a privilege rather than a burden. The Riddler had led them to life's greatest victory. They had found a home.

"Learn what can, and cannot, be asked from destiny."

Every man heals himself.

The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.