But we're dying here.

I survive. I survived it all then and I'll survive the rest of it. Without your help.

You're talent, and we're the talent scouts.

‎Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet.

Time is so...fluid where I live

I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly.

Revenge is never the best driver for a battle, but a common one.