The heavens listen to what is said on these cobbles. Laws of man and nature come together here. Here you must be firm. Here you must be true.

Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.

So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.

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.

It is upon each soul to recognize its limit.

Here and now was always where Tempus was, not off somewhere in the realm of Greater Good or Mortal Soul or Eternal Consequence. He'd lost the ability to determine greater good, if there was one; his mortal soul he'd given up on long ago. And as for eternal consequence - he was its embodiment.

Vengeance is disappointing, always.