I thought we'd die there, quarrels in our backs, you for what you did and me for bearing witness.
The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.
You're talent, and we're the talent scouts.
Why is it we are always the targets of the angry Fates? Twice as many men of ours met harm as did theirs, since we've come here.
Order is its own reward.
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.