I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.

I'm going to kill that god of yours, next. Then we'll see what you can do, and what you can't.

Her idea of who's worth what ain't mine.

In this new world, this day and forever, then, we are not only Thebans - we are all Stepsons. We are all one Sacred Band. If you will have us. And mine will fight by yours, henceforth, as brothers.

I think we're all in Cime's army now. But never mind, the Storm God hasn't forgotten us. Heaven is no farther away than it ever was.

I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?

Everything that anyone respects is what men naturally excel at: fighting, accruing wealth, playing at power.