If it was true today, it might be untrue tomorrow.

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.

Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.

Everyone prepares for battle in his own way.

So some will be left who remember.

The sun is new every day

Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.