In this new world, this day and forever, then, we are not only Thebans - we are all Stepsons. We are all one Sacred Band. If you will have us. And mine will fight by yours, henceforth, as brothers.

Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days.

I won't go back and live in the sea again.

These warriors of the Sacred Band were inscrutable; they loved their war and death and picking through the bones of time to sort out right from wrong, good from bad, holy from profane, honor from dishonor.

You get what you expect. Expect to heal. Expect victory.

War is all and king of all

Such hubris could only come from a man's mouth.