"I must be cruel only to be kind.
Thus bad begins and worse remains behind."
— Hamlet, Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 4, 177–179
“I mean, don’t...” he hesitates, “don’t buy into it. Their... thing. Their weird worshipful thing. They’ll try to mold you. They don’t mean to. But... they’re naive... sad wigglers... don’t be an ass. And by that I guess I mean be an ass. Don’t let them walk over you with their sad broken souls, push back as hard as you can and force them to stand on their own.”
— Karkat, Cultstuck
Elan: Jeez, Belkar. I can't believe you said all that to Roy. Don't you think that was a little harsh?
Belkar: Isn't that why you losers keep me around? Hurting people is the only thing I'm good at.
"'Proteus' is one of my favorite stories in the original comics, largely because it has a moment that the adaptation skips over for no good reason. In Claremont and Byrne’s original story, Wolverine is every bit as shaken as he is here, and Cyclops realizes that he has to do something to snap him out of his depression or else he’s going to be so shaken that next time they fight, which is inevitable at this point, he’s going to get killed.
So Cyclops straight throws a cup of coffee in his face, calls him a coward, and bodyslams his ass to the friggin’ ground. It is, without question, my single favorite thing Cyclops has ever done. It’s this perfect blend of ruthless dedication to the mission above all and complete social awkwardness that encapsulates his character. I mean, I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to respond to psychological trauma by throwing hot liquids into the victim’s face, but it gets Wolverine back on his feet to fight again, forcing him to repress all that fear to get the job done, just like Cyclops himself does. It’s the rosetta stone to understanding his character, and it’s the reason that the Cyclops of the ’70s and early ’80s is actually a really cool character — especially as compared to his ’90s counterpart."
Shinji: Why did you lie?
Shinji: When it became apparent that we'd be the only ones left, I was glad that at least you were here with me. Not because I was with somebody, but because I was with you. And I believed you, when you said that you would feel the same way about me. But that was just a lie, wasn't it? It never mattered to you that it was me. You just didn't want to be alone; anybody would... (Asuka slaps him)
Asuka: How... how dare you...?
Shinji: If you really love me, why are you trying to take away what I love more than anything else?
Asuka: So you already love it mo...
Shinji: I'm talking about you! Can't you see that it will kill you if you go on like this? Didn't you say you never wanted to give up life again?
Asuka: I- I did... didn't want... I...
Shinji: So, do you really want to leave me here by myself... or are you going to eat something?
Asuka (giving in): This isn't fair...
Shinji: No. No, it's not...
Shinji: "Nine bullets. I'm sure there will be plenty enough for you. You're not much of the Shakespeare type, so I don't think you'll use them on yourself. But...if you want to join me, or fight, you'll still have the choice.
Shinji: What? You want to ask me to die with you? You know what? Kaoru may have been right...he told me that this had all happened before.
Asuka: What... what are you saying? Shinji... I... I thought...
Shinji: What if it's my fault, Asuka? What if everything is happening because of me? Because of Unit-01? If I am the thing that's holding you back... and making you give up, then I will fix that right now.
Asuka: Shinji... I just wanted us to be...
Shinji: "For the last week, the only thing on my mind is trying to figure out how to get you back. How to make you fight back. Like you taught me to. If I'm just a bandage to make it hurt less, then I'd rather you have to sew yourself up.
Asuka: You...I was only...
Shinji: Then GET IN THAT PLUG!
In 1980 or '81 — I forget — Jack [Abel] had a stroke that paralyzed his right arm and his drawing/inking hand.[...]Then, Howard Chaykin came breezing in. Howard had been one of Jack's roommates at Continuity.
Howard's opening line was words to the effect, "You were a lousy inker anyway, so no great loss." Then he proceeded to insult Jack's talents, his ancestry, his looks, his wife, his kids.....
Jack looked up. At Howard. And fired back. And they had a raucous insult-fest.
It brought Jack back to life.
Thank you, Howard. You knew what to do and you did it, while we dimwits stood around helplessly.