Best Chris Morris Quotes

"This is as 'alone' as I'm likely to get with you -- you're not half so fetching as your daughter."

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

Time to unite the Sacred Bands, Thebans and his people: one unit, one heart, one swing through life.

“This is for you. A mage named Randal told me to give it to the Band if you ever came back. ‘It surmounts evil,’ he told me, ‘keeps doom at bay.’”

Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.

Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.

Cherish one another. And if some die, or some are wounded, or all die between now and the fete or thereafter -- are we not still the Sacred Band of Thebes? And are we not now all Stepsons?

Just want to know while we're standing in line if maybe your world could be something like mine.

Don't, boy. Draw that sword on your left hip now and everything changes -- for the worse, for you and all your brothers.

And what do the Theban hoplites see in this extended rending of the sky, this white-bright glory of Enlil's lightning? The future, but not theirs: paired cavalry fighters; formed ranks of armored death; grim men on their tall horses with lightning limning weapons tailored to the task; men spoiling for a fight if the gods allowed -- the Sacred Band of Stepsons, out from shadows and the dark.

"For Harmony. A chance at life. To fight on other days."

The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.

"Restore balance. Deliver justice. That's the mission. Show me you understand."

The universe forgives those who give until their hearts are aching and their spirits weak, and finds a way to renew all strength and cure all ills, in this world or the next, if a soul can just have faith.

"You're not one to take lightly, to love of for an evening and leave of a dawn."

"Look around you. It's an honor to fight beside you. Today we choose to fight. For the freedom to fight on other days. So we remember what's worth fighting for."

“I’m Lysis, son of Charon, son of Thebes, of the Sacred Band of Stepsons, Blessed of Harmony,”

"You know you're fated. Nothing matters as much as the fate of the city. As you said, you've lived on the sword's point all your life...."

Here and now was always where Tempus was, not off somewhere in the realm of Greater Good or Mortal Soul or Eternal Consequence. He'd lost the ability to determine greater good, if there was one; his mortal soul he'd given up on long ago. And as for eternal consequence -- he was its embodiment.

Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.

Gods colliding, ethos and mythos trying to combine. The Sacred Band caught up in a whirlwind not of any god's devising: he and Niko had wanted to save twenty-three pairs of fated Theban fighters. Now everything feels fated and fighting oversweeps its boundaries of time and place and plane.

"Humans create their futures every day of every year; only you can alter your worlds."

Niko’s angular face caught a flicker of firelight and Tempus saw his future there: sharp purpose, discipline, and power in perfect balance; love of man and gods, and mercy transcending all. If war ever wore a more humane face, this one would make it so.

"And what do the Theban hoplites see in this extended rending of the sky, this white-bright glory of Enlil's lightning? The future, but not theirs: paired cavalry fighters; formed ranks of armored death; grim men on their tall horses with lightning limning weapons tailored to the task; men spoiling for a fight if the gods allowed -- the Sacred Band of Stepsons, out from shadows and the dark."

Revenge is never the best driver for a battle, but a common one.

"One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate."

‎"Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time..."

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Wars don’t bring lasting peace, only lasting death.

‎Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time."

If cities have souls, Sanctuary's was troubled long before Tempus got here, and will be troubled long after he and his are gone.

Listen close and you can hear, “Please, bless us and forgive us, and make us good here and strong here. Let us get along here. Let those we love and left behind be blessed. Let us find the proper path and keep to it. Help us act harmoniously, and find work pleasing in the sight of god and man.”

“I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly.”

“Commander, you and your Stepsons are always welcome here. This fuss is not our doing. I saw the body. There’s no sign of…murder on her, but sometimes girls just…die.”

‎"Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet."

"All of you are here because of urgent need. All of you have prayed and dreamed and forced this opportunity out of time itself. Lemuria is at Year's End. New Year's sun will rise on final choices. Make them with the wisdom you brought here and the wisdom you gain here."

"Wanting neither too much to live nor too much to die."

"It's too early for my girls.... But for you...of course...whatever you require."

"Lots are for luck. Lots are for fate. One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate."

"The Riddler says you make the world better one battle at a time."

"Fury from the heavens; fury at the gods – inseparable."