Wars don't bring lasting peace, only lasting death.
Life to you, Riddler, and everlasting glory.
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.
A wise one determines his own fate.
But we're dying here.
Sometimes the cost of winning for all the right reasons is so great that spirits die and hearts grow cold.