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But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.

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It also occurred to him that the generations of men, throughout recorded time, have always told and retold two stories—that of a lost ship which searches the Mediterranean seas for a dearly loved island, and that of a god crucified on Golgotha.

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Feel the storm every night, hope it passes by / Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die

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sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!”

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Do every stupid thing that makes you feel alive / Do every stupid thing to try to drive the dark away / Let people call you crazy for the choices that you make / Climb limits past the limits / Jump in front of trains all day

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Bruce Wayne was well aware of humanity’s failings—and opposed them every night—proving that man is also capable of goodness and compassion. These qualities—along with innocence—must never be extinguished. They are the world’s saving grace.

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Yabuki, don’t you get lonely?

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If it had been you that he beat into a bloody pulp… If he had taken you from this world, I would’ve done nothing but search the planet for this pathetic pile of evil death-worshipping garbage… and sent him off to hell.

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“But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince.
“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.
“Then it has done you no good at all!”
“It has done me good,” said the fox, “because of the color of the wheat fields.”

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What will You do, God, when I die?

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He now exists beyond the reason of the physical world, where no one in the mortal realm can threaten him. It would be akin to someone in a story challenging the one who wrote it. To stand and confront the hawk, one must also exist outside the story.

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Nobody asked you to suffer. That was your idea.

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The Haruspex, a butcher, a killer, one could even say a murderous psychopath, gets the warmest character arc. It’s about love.

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I fight because in the end, I love boxing. It’s certainly quite a world apart from the ideal youth you talk about, but that burning sense of worth and completeness… is something I’ve only tasted on a blooded ring.

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Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts / from one foot to the other. Every morning the same big / and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out / You will be alone always and then you will die.

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When you see the risen beast in your nightmares / You treat him like a long lost brother / But when you pass him on the streets of the city by day / You pretend you don't recognise each other

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And this burning sensation isn’t a momentary sputtering that other people my age might feel. It’s so bright it burns your body up in an instant. And when it’s over, only white ashes remain… not even cinders, only white ashes.

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“Well, anyway,” he said, “suppose they did not let you stand against all the evil in the world?”
“I could ask,” said the Wart.
“You could ask,” repeated Merlyn.

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You have seen everything in the game, so far, but there will obviously be more. It’s a growing organism.

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Ghosts of my childhood, stay with me if you will / Find a place where there's water, hold you under til you still / Rake the sands until they surface / Don't let anybody call them ugly