Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.
Gods have bloody hands.
Shed your mortal skin and let me take you beneath the waves.
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.
What is needed is never to be had without price.
Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price.