But we're dying here.

‎Old enough to kill means old enough to die

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.

It is hard to battle anger, for whatever it wants it pays from the soul.

Gods colliding, ethos and mythos trying to combine. The Sacred Band caught up in a whirlwind not of any god's devising: he and Niko had wanted to save twenty-three pairs of fated Theban fighters. Now everything feels fated and fighting oversweeps its boundaries of time and place and plane.

Sometimes the cost of winning for all the right reasons is so great that spirits die and hearts grow cold.

Sanctuary is for lovers, not fighters, this season.