It's all the same - no good without evil, no balance...no maat. If we lose one, we lose the other. It's just life, that's all.

As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.

In this new world, this day and forever, then, we are not only Thebans - we are all Stepsons. We are all one Sacred Band. If you will have us. And mine will fight by yours, henceforth, as brothers.

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

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

I think we're all in Cime's army now. But never mind, the Storm God hasn't forgotten us. Heaven is no farther away than it ever was.

‎Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet.