And what do the Theban hoplites see in this extended rending of the sky, this white-bright glory of Enlil's lightning? The future, but not theirs: paired cavalry fighters; formed ranks of armored death; grim men on their tall horses with lightning limning weapons tailored to the task; men spoiling for a fight if the gods allowed - the Sacred Band of Stepsons, out from shadows and the dark.

You must become like yourself.

‎What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.

Sometimes a man does what he'd most like to avoid.

The Riddler says you make the world better one battle at a time.

"Learn what can, and cannot, be asked from destiny."

Men may not believe you, my son. But you must always say the truth, when the truth holds no danger for you or your loved ones.