You get what you expect. Expect to heal. Expect victory.

Nature has a surer plan than mortals can devise.

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.

So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.

You've been playing gods-and-witches again, that's clear.

There is no mercy in trading life for life. And certainly no righteousness. Mercy, once given, cannot be taken back.

You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.