A gentle, warm, sweet pain spreads through my chest at those words.

I will… find you. If it’s the last thing I’ll do, I’ll come back. Nothing will stop me.

I tried that too, you know. After … my family was murdered, and I was waiting for justice, I tried to hide inside a bottle. But some men, Tony, [..] are not small enough to...

Join the club. We meet Tuesdays. We never share the location with each other, and we show up armed.

I want to feel human.

He understood it then. The potential, the utter, unbelievable freedom to be whoever existed underneath his skin.

There’s no glory in this whole shit. No war is ever glorious. Heroes are usually dead. Besides, they rarely turn into heroes because they are super-humans, but because of circumstances.Heroes rarely think. Heroes just act....

Wife, to him, was someone who stood for stability, forcoming home, for dealing with all the shit he wasn’t able to deal with. For providing a real life and not this insanity.

We won’t die. We’ll never die. I promise. He’d promise anything, meant it, would die defending this man, would live and die and suffer for him.

Wel , in the absence of other options, gold will have to do.

Fucking… love you… too much.

It was easier being strong when another man was strong enough to be weak.

No war is ever glorious. Heroes are usually dead. Besides, they rarely turn into heroes because they are super-humans, but because of circumstances.