Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.
Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to flout the gods? Bring godhead where a man may reach out and take it? growls Enlil, and lightning splits a clear blue sky.
Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.
Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.
War's balance will prevail.
He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and sky, and all that lives in nature, and leave them lonely.