Men may not believe you, my son. But you must always say the truth, when the truth holds no danger for you or your loved ones.

Love sees all; hate is blind.

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

Men are fools who forget what really matters while time goes by.

Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.

Life was never simple, happiness never where you thought you'd left it, and right and wrong no more fixed than clouds in the sky.

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.