Some nights, valor and cold purpose aren't enough.
Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.
"Godling? Demigod?" Lysis nearly howled. "You'd be beaten black and blue in Thebes, and staked out overnight for claims like that. In Sparta, the secret police would ambush you, violate you, skin you alive and use your skull for a drinking cup."
And personally, I've lost my thirst for vengeance.
I survive. I survived it all then and I'll survive the rest of it. Without your help.
Choose life over death, Niko, when a choice can be made that puts no soul in jeopardy.