To the death with honor, shoulder to shoulder, and no one gets closer to a Stepson than his partner.

We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.

Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.

Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.

If cities have souls, Sanctuary's was troubled long before Tempus got here, and will be troubled long after he and his are gone.

And as for death - we get what we expect.

Survival's the thing, isn't it?