Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.
Order is its own reward.
Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.
Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.
Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.
One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.