Men are fools who forget what really matters while time goes by.

If, as Niko asks, you show them mercy, then the gods will be well pleased.

As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.

In this new world, this day and forever, then, we are not only Thebans - we are all Stepsons. We are all one Sacred Band. If you will have us. And mine will fight by yours, henceforth, as brothers.

He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and sky, and all that lives in nature, and leave them lonely.

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.

Honorable battle sustains a Sacred Band.