Only from chaos does order come. The angry Fates bring death where they will, when war is king, says Enlil, storm god of the armies, and the tip of his crown rends the clouds above their heads. "Wheresoever I rule, death comes shambling after. So it has always been, is, and will be."

Revenge is fruitless.

Death is a doorway, Niko, that leads to an adventure greater than any you have ever known.

Honorable battle sustains a Sacred Band.

Ask yourselves if the gods are angry, you who have seen Harmony come among us, walk among us, touch us, look kindly upon us. We are the Sacred Band of Thebes. We fight in the forefront, therefore we bleed first. We live, therefore we die.

I must decide if you deserve to die.

Every man's in his own hands, with a little help from his brothers.