One to a customer was the rule: one body; one mind; one swing through life. - Tempus

Every man heals himself.

Gods colliding, ethos and mythos trying to combine. The Sacred Band caught up in a whirlwind not of any god's devising: he and Niko had wanted to save twenty-three pairs of fated Theban fighters. Now everything feels fated and fighting oversweeps its boundaries of time and place and plane.

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

Keep your enemies at a distance, your partners close at hand.

These warriors of the Sacred Band were inscrutable; they loved their war and death and picking through the bones of time to sort out right from wrong, good from bad, holy from profane, honor from dishonor.

Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.