This was what men fought for, what men died for: a chance at life, and to fight on other days - the battle of your choice, of the body, or the heart, or the soul.
Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.
I don't want to be any closer to the gods than death will bring me.
Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days.
You have crossbows: Shoot early; shoot often.
Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.