Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to flout the gods? Bring godhead where a man may reach out and take it? growls Enlil, and lightning splits a clear blue sky.
We know. We've seen it all before.
There are stranger things here than Thebans know about.
Survival has its own etiquette.
Nothing he knew of, enunciated life like death.
Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.