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.

Fight for life itself and everlasting freedom of the human spirit.

I'm going to kill that god of yours, next. Then we'll see what you can do, and what you can't.

To take care of the world seemed, finally, a privilege rather than a burden. The Riddler had led them to life's greatest victory. They had found a home.

The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.

Wars don't bring lasting peace, only lasting death.

Humiliation sets armies marching, empires falling, breaks hearts and minds and souls.