Everybody wanted me to do it, him most of all. I felt like he was up there, waiting for me to take the pain away. He just wanted to go out like a soldier, standing up, not like some poor, wasted, rag-assed renegade. Even the jungle wanted him dead, and that's who he really took his orders from anyway.
"I do not wish to live a life with no tomorrow, for a life spent merely for the sake of living is no better than that of a filthy cur. There is only one thing I wish for: to meet that one chosen person in that one chosen battle, and to die remembering who I once was."
"Take a good look, Doctor. I've been like this for nearly fifty years, and I haven't aged one day. I have become what many men have dreamed of - an immortal. And yet...there hasn't been a day, an hour, a minute, I haven't thought about death. It obsesses me, even now."
Death? What is Death? It is the natural state of all things. It is life that is the aberration. It is life that should be feared, for it can go by with our work left undone, it can be wasted away on failure and indolence. Death is to be embraced.
Death holds no fear only for the fool. An Astarte's duty is to control that fear and to turn it into a blind hatred of the end of his life, for it brings with it failure of purpose and inability to fulfil his duty to the universe.
You risk your life, human, calling on the loa. Perhaps what you really seek is death. The pain in your heart begs for it. Wesley:
Then do it and be done. Nothing else will stop me.
This would be a good death... But not good enough.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
"The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on earth. But I think that's a luxury, not a curse. To know you're close to the end is a kind of freedom. Good time to take... inventory. Out-gunned. Outnumbered. Out of our minds. On a suicide mission. But the sand and rocks here stained with thousands of years of warfare... they will remember us. For this. Because out of all our vast array of nightmares, this is the one we choose for ourselves. We go forward like a breath exhaled from the earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him."
Hank Henshaw / Cyborg-Superman:
Over the years, I have been detonated, burned and disintegrated, yet I continue to survive. The cosmic accident that cursed me with immortality murdered my friends and drove my wife mad. She was able to end her own life. I am not, Anti-Monitor. Anti-Monitor:
When you have done what we have asked of you, I will not fail where Superman and Green Lantern have. I will
kill you, Hank Henshaw. Henshaw:
(a tear in his one human eye) Thank you.
"I battled my way into the heart of the Red Zone, taking out hundreds of them. Truth is, I went there to die
Courier: "How do you know your punishment isn't over?"
: "Because I'm still alive."
"I hope to have such a death - lying in triumph upon the broken bodies of those who slew me."
Bruce Wayne: Are you worried that I'm going to fail?
: No, Master Wayne. I'm worried that you want
ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST! I hate everything and I want to die!
And as he stood upon the battlefields, she thought back to his oath: to be reunited with his love upon a hill of swords. To be reunited with his lover. His lover was dead. And it was only through battle that he could finally join her again. When he too was dead.
Morrigan: You assassin types have a death-wish, I see.
Only the really good ones.
A warning for you, Corvus Glaive. People have come before this throne before with demands. Many times it has cost them their lives. Corvus Glaive:
I wonder, when you correct your children, do you treaten them with candy, if they misbehave? Medusa:
Excuse me? Corvus Glaive:
You cannot threaten somebody with what they want.