Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.

Ask yourselves if the gods are angry, you who have seen Harmony come among us, walk among us, touch us, look kindly upon us. We are the Sacred Band of Thebes. We fight in the forefront, therefore we bleed first. We live, therefore we die.

Death is a doorway, Niko, that leads to an adventure greater than any you have ever known.

When the balance is restored, people get hurt.

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

But we're dying here.

Makes you wonder if the gods are always right.