What would the world be without him, and those like him?

Such hubris could only come from a man's mouth.

There is no mercy in trading life for life. And certainly no righteousness. Mercy, once given, cannot be taken back.

Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.

Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.

Every man heals himself.

Gods colliding, ethos and mythos trying to combine. The Sacred Band caught up in a whirlwind not of any god's devising: he and Niko had wanted to save twenty-three pairs of fated Theban fighters. Now everything feels fated and fighting oversweeps its boundaries of time and place and plane.