But she has found real love, and love can heal and save.
Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.
You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.
Be polite to all, friendly to none. Be professional. Be ready to kill everyone and everything.
It's in the god's hands.
Why is it we are always the targets of the angry Fates? Twice as many men of ours met harm as did theirs, since we've come here.