To take care of the world seemed, finally, a privilege rather than a burden. The Riddler had led them to life's greatest victory. They had found a home.

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

Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.

Niko, you're halfway to where you need to go. It's the most dangerous time. And all the gods and forces have a stake in you, Hero. Or do you want to be just a memory, a cult somewhere, with people sacrificing horses to your name?

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.

Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.

Death is a doorway, Niko, that leads to an adventure greater than any you have ever known.