Love sees all; hate is blind.

This is for you. A mage named Randal told me to give it to the Band if you ever came back. 'It surmounts evil,' he told me, 'keeps doom at bay.'

But we're dying here.

You have crossbows: Shoot early; shoot often.

Here and now was always where Tempus was, not off somewhere in the realm of Greater Good or Mortal Soul or Eternal Consequence. He'd lost the ability to determine greater good, if there was one; his mortal soul he'd given up on long ago. And as for eternal consequence - he was its embodiment.

What wastrel mankind destroyed takes time for nature to put to rights.

Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.