Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price. And that price is blood. The sound of it in your veins. The pound of it in your head. The volume of it in a human body; the sickness when you've spilled it.
I don't want to be any closer to the gods than death will bring me.
Niko knew death like a sister - she was his true partner in the phenomenal world.
But we're dying here.
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