Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.
I'm just a weapon of the god.
Generosity is never out of season.
In this new world, this day and forever, then, we are not only Thebans - we are all Stepsons. We are all one Sacred Band. If you will have us. And mine will fight by yours, henceforth, as brothers.
Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days.
Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet.