And as for death - we get what we expect.

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

‎Old enough to kill means old enough to die

Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.

Survival's the thing, isn't it?

Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching determination and unswerving devotion, the hurricane pauses and calms. Its ravings turn to mutters.

I don't want to be any closer to the gods than death will bring me.