Why live a life? Well, why are you asking?

We're Caelum, Lord Mont's sword and shield, are we not?

The sunlight streams through the hotel room window and basks him in it, and she thinks that perhaps the world remembers that he was once a god. She tells him this.

Just please don't say you love me / ‘Cause I might not say it back.

Don't know what to say when you made me the enemy / After the war is won / There's always the next one / I'm not bulletproof when it comes to you.

And truly, how delightful, how relieving it is to be helpless in the face of fate.

When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?

I slew your king. I slew your country. Do these deeds not demand vengeance?

A scattered dream that’s like a far-off memory. A far-off memory that’s like a scattered dream. I wanna line the pieces up; yours and mine.

— The gods do not smile on us. — I like it better that way.

That light... It could summon forth the dawn of a new day, or be lost to the all-consuming darkness of war...

Your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine.

I can’t stay, because I think I’m in love with you.

In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.

This was a god in a man.

— Do you really think me as strong as all that? — Who said anything about strong? You'll make it. You got good friends.

War dog. It was a wonder he hadn’t splintered the mountains yet, that he hadn’t shattered the ground.

— Well, there is one advantage to being me... Something you could never imitate. — Really? What's that? — Having you for a friend.

Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.

How he could have possibly loved them into divinity and into death.