Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days.
Choose life over death, Niko, when a choice can be made that puts no soul in jeopardy.
Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.
A wise one determines his own fate.
Go carefully, child of mat, where no mercy can be had, and let your faith lead you on.
I think we're all in Cime's army now. But never mind, the Storm God hasn't forgotten us. Heaven is no farther away than it ever was.