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

Look around you. It's an honor to fight beside you. Today we choose to fight. For the freedom to fight on other days. So we remember what's worth fighting for.

Gods colliding, ethos and mythos trying to combine. The Sacred Band caught up in a whirlwind not of any god's devising: he and Niko had wanted to save twenty-three pairs of fated Theban fighters. Now everything feels fated and fighting oversweeps its boundaries of time and place and plane.

Nothing walks the earth more savage than a mare enraged.

I won't go back and live in the sea again.

I don't want to be any closer to the gods than death will bring me.

Deception is a tactic: use it. Do whatever it takes to win.