This was what men fought for, what men died for: a chance at life, and to fight on other days - the battle of your choice, of the body, or the heart, or the soul.

Only so much can be borne from men, so much from gods

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.

The sun is new every day

And as for death - we get what we expect.

Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price.

Listen close and you can hear, Please, bless us and forgive us, and make us good here and strong here. Let us get along here. Let those we love and left behind be blessed. Let us find the proper path and keep to it. Help us act harmoniously, and find work pleasing in the sight of god and man.