Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price. And that price is blood. The sound of it in your veins. The pound of it in your head. The volume of it in a human body; the sickness when you've spilled it.

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.

Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching determination and unswerving devotion, the hurricane pauses and calms. Its ravings turn to mutters.

You have crossbows: Shoot early; shoot often.

Let fools believe what fools believe.

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

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