I'm going to kill that god of yours, next. Then we'll see what you can do, and what you can't.

So some will be left who remember.

When the balance is restored, people get hurt.

Go carefully, child of mat, where no mercy can be had, and let your faith lead you on.

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

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.

Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.