Everything that anyone respects is what men naturally excel at: fighting, accruing wealth, playing at power.

Time to unite the Sacred Bands, Thebans and his people: one unit, one heart, one swing through life.

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

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

Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

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

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.