Life to you, Riddler, and everlasting glory.

Nothing walks the earth more savage than a mare enraged.

When you give death, you give of your own life - every time.

Only from chaos does order come. The angry Fates bring death where they will, when war is king, says Enlil, storm god of the armies, and the tip of his crown rends the clouds above their heads. "Wheresoever I rule, death comes shambling after. So it has always been, is, and will be."

Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.

Choose life over death, Niko, when a choice can be made that puts no soul in jeopardy.

The only unfair fight is the one you lose.