…and I had to spend far too much time in the presence of John Constantine.
You know, even without the pointy ears. You do not look so bad.
Real friendship can survive any revelation. And the heroes of the Justice League... are the truest friends of all.
Sister, you just nearly killed an entire audience with a spell you used to be able to control in your sleep. Magic is broken. And it's clear you cannot fix it alone. Help me see an end to this, Zatanna. I beg you. The cost of this chaos is already too much to bear.
And then what? He wore a mask. Gloves. Congresswoman Hasgrove had a point. Who will convict this man? On what evidence? Do we judge and imprison? Execute? By our example--have we helped a man get away with murder...?
If you're going to fight, fight Brainiac, not me. We should be allies. Let me help you.
I can't pretend to understand the way you look at everything, but I was brought up to believe it's better to dive into life instead of dwelling on death... but I'm happy id it makes you happy to do this.
For there is at least one truth, and both of us know it. It's one of the things that calls us to each other, despite everything. Because someday our battles will end. And there would be no greater tragedy... than facing that end alone.
If she wants to live as a god, she can be judged by the gods.
We must not jump to conclusions, my Lord! If there has been a crime committed here, it needs to be investigated...
Before leaving Tir Na Nóg is ever seriously considered, this kingdom needs unity, and demands justice. This is not a trial -- yet -- for there has been no investigation. Good people -- I know a man who can help. A knight...
From searching for Themyscira, I've learned a lot about lost worlds in other dimensions. That plane -- if I'm right, it was flown by a U.S. Air Force pilot who made this world his own. As for the world itself -- it has a name... we're lost in Skartaris.
I heard a sound approaching from afar...a strange whirring. At the time I thought it was a swarm of angry bees. Now I would describe it more like a buzz saw... And suddenly, it did not matter that I was a princess of Themyscira. In this place, I was only meat.
You couldn't win... but I can. With your help. Love can be real and true, we all know that... it doesn't have to be tainted and corrupted.
I can live without your disrespect. Can you live without these? Then respect me, or I'll rip them off. We clear?
You are a monster! Selfish! Cruel! Entitled! You're everything I'm not! And if I have to destroy you... I will not hesitate!
Mother... Ha... For the first time I can call you that knowing your blood is in me... You're so wrong. I'm a lie. You're a fool. And you made one out of me.
There were times when I felt alone on this island, that I was different. And I was. But I've since learned that whatever differences we may have are paltry next to what we share in common. And that makes me happy. I am an Amazon, and I have never been prouder to say that...
Dessa, we are a strong society, but I'm learning that some of what we are... comes from weakness-- old weakness. That through our strengths we can grow past. It's time to admit we're not perfect. And it's an admission that I, for one, am relieved to make. Because out of perfection...? Nothing can be made.
You are everything that I am not. The fire that burns in you consumes while mine inspires.
You scream for love, First Born, yet you know nothing of it. Love requires compassion... nurturing... and above all, submission. Here... I'll show you.
I can't seem to figure out how to give everyone the time and attention they deserve. Just when I think I'm starting to get things under control in one area of my life, another falls apart. I may be a god now, but I still can't be in two places at once.
Are you angry because I was prepared to do what needed to be done... or because you weren't?
You deserve better. I'm your daughter, your blood. It's something I always wished I was, and I am now.
The Amazons are a nation of warriors, and their queen needs to be the strongest of them all. I've been an outcast my entire life. Proving myself to them... it's what I do. It hurts a little less every time.
This new costume is a symbol of that. It's a reflection of everything I am now: God, Queen, Warrior for Justice. It's finally time for me to leave the girl behind ... and embrace the woman I've become.
There is no sacrifice too great to save someone I love. And if my life were the price to save Zeke, I would have gladly paid it. But sometimes those choices aren't ours to make.
Do not worry, my survivor. I will help you... as we have always helped each other...
I have never been back home, Etta. Somebody lied to me. And because I liked the lie they were telling, I chose to believe it. And in believing it, I made it my truth, and I forgot that it was a lie at all.
I can see the beauty of the heavens, I can see the poetry in their motion. But all we do is bear witness. All of you remember before, Kasia. You can recall the world you left, even if the memories of it bring you pain. I've never seen what lies beyond our shores. Do you really wonder why my eye goes to the horizon instead of the skies?
I understand that you see weakness in the places where I find strength. And I understand something more. That you will always be alone, Doctor Cale.
The world of humanity is filled with people in need. Sometimes I have the remedy within my power. I can use my skills, offer my strengths, share my gifts in defense of the disadvantaged. These days, I sleep in helicopters and wake up in war zones...because I want to bring peace.
I...I don't want you to die....I mean, ever. No matter how hard I try, there will be a time--with you, with Steven--when no power of mine will be able to stop it.
You are no beast ... you are a woman ... you are my friend!
The Patrons gave me great physical powers and the Perfect that would reveal the truth. But they left the weighing of hearts, the discernment of motivations, and the proclamation of guilt to me. I wrestle with my judgements of what is just, a gift that Revere would strip from an army weaponized by my blood. He sees them as tools and would curse them with the consequences of heroic life without giving them the integral freedom of their own judgement. They may be willing sacrifices in his plot, but their souls are not sacrifices I am willing to make. This is not how I will end war. This is not how I will end.
Steve... you know you're the only one I let see me this way. Vulnerable.
Is this attack because whoever these gods are, I'm a threat to them in some way? Or is there more?
You are in pain, Moon. I hear it in your words... and give you mine. I do not abandon those in pain.