Vengeance is disappointing, always.

The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.

Here and now was always where Tempus was, not off somewhere in the realm of Greater Good or Mortal Soul or Eternal Consequence. He'd lost the ability to determine greater good, if there was one; his mortal soul he'd given up on long ago. And as for eternal consequence - he was its embodiment.

I...keep trying to be perfect. For you. So you'll notice me.

The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.

The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.

Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.