The Riddler says you make the world better one battle at a time.
Don't blame yourself, or worry. Neither does a bit of good.
For me, myth is the 'common' language of us all.
Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.
For Harmony. A chance at life. To fight on other days.
Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.