So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.

Life was never simple, happiness never where you thought you'd left it, and right and wrong no more fixed than clouds in the sky.

Something awful is always going to happen, Arton. It's Sanctuary. You're a Stepson. Awful is a big part of your job.

Sanctuary is for lovers, not fighters, this season.

Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price. And that price is blood. The sound of it in your veins. The pound of it in your head. The volume of it in a human body; the sickness when you've spilled it.

Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.

It's all the same - no good without evil, no balance...no maat. If we lose one, we lose the other. It's just life, that's all.