Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.
Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.
A wise one determines his own fate.
Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.
Fury from the heavens; fury at the gods - inseparable.
The Riddler says you make the world better one battle at a time.