Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The wisdom of a god would seem a kind of madness to the powerless.

The only way to manage the war council is with a blunt instrument.

Stand in the light. And these soldiers?

Then there isn't anything I need to say.

It's mine. Please, it's mine.

Then we will heal a broken world.

You were working with Terrorblade. You had to be.

Luna of the plains and the Nightsilver Woods.

[Davion] Don't just stand there acting like you have our best interests in mind.

now you have me.

Yet some had questions.

Selemene's moonlight shines through me, luminous and pure.

I did what I could to heal what had been broken,

[soldier] She's fast. Watch yourself. Don't break rank.

You will return the pillars to their foundation.

-None of this is as I thought it would be. -[Sagan growling softly]

This isn't an argument. The boy's going. We're all going.

Because you think you're alone.

Slyrak is dead. Slyrak failed.

Now, about the souls.

Filomena would never accept a world made by you.

Oh, you're home. Finally.

An army of dragons is coming for it. While they kill each other--

but you understand not one-thousandth of your power.

No. He has something quite valuable that does not belong to him.

[Davion breathing heavily]

-[Davion] Are you? -I don't know.

You may be able to contain more, at least for a time.