If, as you teach, the universe has no beginning and no end, why should we?
Such hubris could only come from a man's mouth.
Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet.
Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price. And that price is blood. The sound of it in your veins. The pound of it in your head. The volume of it in a human body; the sickness when you've spilled it.
So some will be left who remember.
If the gods sent you to fight here, then the gods are fools.