Out of all man's miseries, the most bitter is this. To know so much... And to control so little.
"Who spilled these stars
Across the skyLike sparkling dust,
like clouds of light
They pour their milky shine Into the deep black bowl"
for thousands of years guys like us have gotten the shit kicked out of us. But now, for the first time, we are living in an era where we can be in charge and build empires. We could be the Vikings of our day.
"And the sun shone, having no alternative." Well, it's time to seize the fucking day!
What do I tell him? "Hey, Captain Lancaster, you know the bone mass you lost traveling through space alone for nine months? Well, it was all for nothing. Enjoy your osteoporosis."
You showed me that being a hero isn't just for people who can fly or shoot lasers out of their hands, it's for anyone, who's brave enough to do what's right, no matter the cost.
We won't get any rest. None of us will have any peace until there are no monsters left in the world. Until our life's mission is complete.
I'm gonna say this again just so you didn't think it was a mistake the first time I said it. For me, success is not about the wins and losses. It's about helping these young fellas be the best versions of themselves on and off the field.
Silco thinks he made Jinx, with all his rants and his hard-won lessons. "Excise your doubts, Jinx." "Be what they fear, Jinx." Like everything was the same as when Vander left him. But he didn't make Jinx. You did.
Ask a historian, "What was mankind's greatest invention?" Fire? The wheel? The sword? I would argue it's history itself.