Категория: Героизм

There was a time I was a hero to my son. He thought I walked on water. He knows better now. We all have weak moments, moments when we lose faith. But it is our flaws, our weaknesses that make us human.

If you're gonna be a hero, you gotta learn how to drive a stick.

You're Finn! The Finn!

The Finn?

Sorry. I work behind pipes all day. Doing talking with Resistance heroes is not my forte. Doing... Doing talking.

I am sorry I doubted you.

No, I would have doubted me too. I'm not a hero, or a warrior... Not even a burglar.

Wade! Four or five moments.

I'm sorry?

Four or five moments that's all it takes.

To...?

Be a hero. Everyone thinks it's a full-time job. Wake up a hero. Brush your teeth a hero. Go to work a hero. Not true. Over a lifetime, there are only four or five moments that really matter. Moments when you're offered a choice - to make a sacrifice, conquer a flaw, save a friend, spare an enemy. In these moments, everything else falls away. The way the world sees us. The way we...

[Deadpool gets bored and shoots Ajax in the head, killing him]

Why?

You were droning on.

No heroes amongst thieves.

I believe there's a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams.

And Lord knows, kids like Henry need a hero. Courageous, self-sacrificing people. Setting examples for all of us. Everybody loves a hero. People line up for them, cheer them, scream their names. And years later, they'll tell how they stood in the rain for hours just to get a glimpse of the one who taught them how to hold on a second longer.

You have a knack for getting in trouble.

You have a knack for saving my life. I think I have a superhero stalker.

I was in the neighborhood...

You and I are not so different.

I'm not like you. You're a murderer.

Well, to each his own. I chose my path, you chose the way of the hero. And they found you amusing for a while, the people of this city. But the one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they will hate you. Why bother?

Because it's right.

You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.