Shed your mortal skin and let me take you beneath the waves.
Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price.
Wars don't bring lasting peace, only lasting death.
You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.
Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days.
Live to fight on other days.