Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days.
Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.
Love sees all; hate is blind.
Revenge is never the best driver for a battle, but a common one.
For Harmony. A chance at life. To fight on other days.
Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price. And that price is blood. The sound of it in your veins. The pound of it in your head. The volume of it in a human body; the sickness when you've spilled it.