‎For Tempus...was a dozen storm gods' avatar; no army he sanctified could know defeat; no war he fought could not be won. Combat was life to him; he fought like the gods themselves.

I must decide if you deserve to die.

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

I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?

Tempus never left a problem for another to solve. Tempus never let the pain or difficulty of an undertaking persuade him not to pursue a resolution his heart thought was right. Tempus never gave up.

Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.

If, as you teach, the universe has no beginning and no end, why should we?