This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.

Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.

Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.

Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to flout the gods? Bring godhead where a man may reach out and take it? growls Enlil, and lightning splits a clear blue sky.

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

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

Honorable battle sustains a Sacred Band.