The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.
You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.
You're talent, and we're the talent scouts.
But we're dying here.
Some nights, valor and cold purpose aren't enough.
Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.