Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.
These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?
But she has found real love, and love can heal and save.
Love sees all; hate is blind.
I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.
It's all the same - no good without evil, no balance...no maat. If we lose one, we lose the other. It's just life, that's all.