They think I’m hiding in the shadows. But I am the shadows.
Our scars can destroy us, even after the physical wounds have healed. But if we survive them, they can transform us. They can give us the power to endure, and the strength to fight.
Vengeance won’t change the past. Mine or anyone else’s. I have to become more. People need hope.
I bet your parents taught you that you mean something. That you’re here for a reason. My parents taught me a different lesson, dying in the gutter for no reason at all. They taught me the world only makes sense if you force it to.
I must choose my targets carefully. It’s a big city. I can’t be everywhere. But they don’t know where I am.
You’ll hunt me. You’ll condemn me. Set the dogs on me. Because that’s what needs to happen. Because sometimes the truth isn’t good enough. Sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded.
A hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a young boy’s shoulders to let him know the world hadn’t ended.
When that light hits the sky, it’s not just a call. It’s a warning. To them.
Tell me. Do you bleed? You will.
Things will get worse before they get better.
It’s not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.
I won’t kill you… but I won’t have to save you.[to Henri Ducard]
