Look at the man who fights at your side. This is the why of battle.
Listen, you f*****s, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the c***s, the dogs, the filth, the s***. Here is a man who stood up.
It’s time to show Kong that man is king!
It’s only by being merciful to others that a man has true power.
It makes no difference, it don’t make any difference to me what a man does for a living, you understand. But your business is a little dangerous.
If you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, and if they can’t stop you, then you become something else entirely.
If I don’t kill a man every now and then, they forget who I am.
If he believes enough, a man can do anything.
If by chance an honest man like yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. And then they would fear you.
I love him for the man he wants to be. And I love him for the man he almost is.
I don’t feel like a hero. I’m just a man who was doing his job.
I am the one who runs from both the living and the dead, hunted by scavengers, haunted by those I could not protect. So I exist in this wasteland. A man reduced to a single instinct: survive.
