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

There must be love, and understanding, to betray. Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it when they see it; not the stomach to apprehend it as they do it. Most men, blind and dumb in their self-centeredness, don't betray: they merely disappoint.

There are stranger things here than Thebans know about.

For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.

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

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.

Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days.