i know you want to make up for all the things you’ve done, i do too. but we need to think of the bigger picture.

i made the call, and i’ll live with that.

how many people do you have to save before you forgive yourself?

you still have hope? 

you’re the one going too far, using the same justification, ‘ it’s all for my people. ‘

if you just tell them the truth, maybe they’ll surprise you.

i think peace is overrated. it’s the fighters who survive.

you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.

here’s the take away: you have to be willing to die to really live.

for all its faults, earth is really beautiful.

whatever choice i make, somebody always dies.

have you ever loved someone so much that no matter what they do to you, or themselves, you take it?

it’s gonna be wonderful. you’re gonna rebuild the world.

if we leave, we can’t come back.

is that really a risk you’re willing to take?

we’ll survive. we’ll just wish we didn’t.

we made death the enemy. that’s how we survived.

you’re a healer, not a fighter.

it’s not the truth. it’s what we say to justify the horror we inflict on other people.

why do you always have to be the one to sacrifice?

you didn’t need me anymore. 

i don’t ever want to see this place again. 

you did things to survive, that’s in the past.

what’s one more, right? we’re already murderers.

we’re talking about taking one life to save hundreds. 

if you say we’re doing the right thing enough, maybe i’ll believe you.

i’ve been fighting the abusive power all my life.

i want to see an end to the violence just as bad as you.

i’m not preparing for war, i’m planning for peace. 

we’re all just people. all this will ever be is a battlefield.

seeing you fighting to survive, that’s who i fell in love with.

as soon as this fight is over, you will fall apart again.

i was part of something bigger than myself. i didn’t know i needed that, but i did.

it felt good to be safe. i never felt that before - like i had a home. 

don’t tell me you’ve never killed for revenge.

i don’t need you to protect me. i protect myself. i always have.

you know nothing of my pain.

we were happy once, weren’t we?

i don’t want to be a killer anymore.

i don’t want to take lives to save them.

everyone dies. let’s show them how to live.

we survive together. all of us, like always.

only a fool fights a war they can’t win.

living with what we’ve done to survive is worse than death.

what happened to us being the good guys?

how do you explain the sun to someone who’s never seen it?

i know it sucks, but sometimes there are no good choices.

how many innocent lives have you sacrificed?

you were just trying to save your people, so am i.

you think better days are ahead, but that’s not true.

there is no light at the end of the tunnel. there is only the tunnel.

we are the problem - human beings, all of us. 

it doesn’t matter what we do. all we’ve done is make things worse.

trust can be earned.

i won’t apologize for protecting you from yourself.

our friends come first.

i’d walk through fire for you. i’d die for you.

you’re better at blowing things up than fixing them.

be strong, direct, unrelenting.

peace without war is still possible.

i came here to tell you that i love you very much, no matter what happens. 

careful. you took a thorn out of a lion’s foot, but they’re still a lion.

we’re still on the same team, right?

you want to weaken than enemy? what’s weaker than an enemy at war with itself?

real warriors hate war. 

this is a place we can start over and rebuild.

the ghosts can have this place.

if you do this, there’s no coming back.

you can’t save someone who’s already dead.

go to war if you want to, but at least tell them they have a choice.

it means we lost the battle, not the war.

hey, you still want a gun?

how do you choose between the monster and the devil?

what we do here now is how we survive.

living with ourselves is another story.

i’m not mad at you for saving my life. i’m mad at you for making me care about yours.

i never said i was a hero because i’m not one.

a week ago, you were a traitor. next week, you might be again.

i’m just tired of always having to choose the least bad option.

it’s broken. i broke it.

we’ve all got blood on our hands, don’t we?

i should have killed you when i had the chance.

i don’t need ghosts telling me what i lost.

i know you’re scared, i am too. but i have to do this, and you have to let me.

life should be about more than just surviving. 

it was you who saved me. 

i may never be able to fix what i broke, but i can save you. 

look around you. do you see signs of hope here?

it’s hard to keep track of whose side you’re on.

first we save their lives, then we let them prove that they deserve it.

so it’s okay for me to be the monster, but not you, right?

your mistake was power - liking it. it’s the kiss of death.