‎What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.

To take care of the world seemed, finally, a privilege rather than a burden. The Riddler had led them to life's greatest victory. They had found a home.

What is needed is never to be had without price.

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

Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall.

Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.

Life to you, Riddler, and everlasting glory.