There are stranger things here than Thebans know about.
Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.
Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to flout the gods? Bring godhead where a man may reach out and take it? growls Enlil, and lightning splits a clear blue sky.
For Harmony. A chance at life. To fight on other days.
I survive. I survived it all then and I'll survive the rest of it. Without your help.
You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.