Survival's the thing, isn't it?

Choose life over death, Niko, when a choice can be made that puts no soul in jeopardy.

Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.

Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.

Ask yourselves if the gods are angry, you who have seen Harmony come among us, walk among us, touch us, look kindly upon us. We are the Sacred Band of Thebes. We fight in the forefront, therefore we bleed first. We live, therefore we die.

For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.

This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.