Everyone prepares for battle in his own way.

Everything that anyone respects is what men naturally excel at: fighting, accruing wealth, playing at power.

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.

This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.

It was his soul's freedom that was in question. And that question was whether freedom was worth the price when it meant shirking the responsibilities of honor.

War's balance will prevail.

Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.