The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect.

This used to be civilized. You'd hit a guy, he'd whack you. But Benedict... At the end of it, he'd better not know you're involved. Because he'll kill you, then he'll go to work on you.

There is no spring without a winter. No life without death.

Even a broken clock is right twice a day.