Fury from the heavens; fury at the gods - inseparable.
Choose life over death, Niko, when a choice can be made that puts no soul in jeopardy.
Sometimes the cost of winning for all the right reasons is so great that spirits die and hearts grow cold.
Everyone prepares for battle in his own way.
You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.
Painful things are quickly forgotten.