How can one man have so much courage and empathy and passion, and so little mercy?
Perhaps he lost it somewhere, but he found it again in the end.
They hunt for this man as they might hunt for me, if they dreamed of my existence.... By what right do I condemn him? Am I so very different?
Yes, Vincent, you are.
There is enough fear in your world. I could never bring you more.
Forgive me for doubting you.
Catherine, you have a right to be afraid.
My heart knows how gentle you are.
Even the gentlest man has a demon locked inside of him.
Not you; not a demon.
JJason
[to Catherine] The city had its own myths. We are so rational, so sophisticated, so cynical that we still need our gods and demons, our heroes and villains... Some terrible fierce creature who haunts the dark places: something with a face of a demon, the soul of an angel.
It's Catherine, isn't it?
I can hear her fears whispering to me no matter where I stand.
She cannot help being afraid, Vincent. Her world is built on fear. It is all they know. The lives they are forced to lead, if they weren't afraid, they would be insane. We have something that they only dream of: a safe place, a secret place, beyond their madness and their fear.
Sometimes, I would run down here when we played hide and seek. But... before the game was over, Father, they always found me... even here.
I had to come. I had to see you. I was afraid—
I know.
You didn't come. I called. I banged on the pipes. You never came.
I could feel your fear, Catherine. Even now, I frighten you.
You taught me to face my fears, always, Vincent. Tell me—
What shall I tell you? That I am not this shadow, this man-monster that you hunt? Must you hear the words before you trust? Hear them then, it is not me. Catherine, I would never hurt you. [Catherine takes an involuntary step backwards]
No, Vincent, no.... I did not mean to—
To pull away? I know. I know your heart, Catherine, but sometimes the words that are not spoken are the truest words of all. [barely audible]... they hurt.
What are you saying?
We both know what these hands can do, have done. Catherine, if your heart does not trust, then no words I could speak could help.
The ways change, Catherine. For every safe road, there are hundreds of paths that lead only to darkness.
CCleaning Lady
His face. His hands. He did not have hands, just claws. And his face. I will never forget that face. He was not a man. He wasn't a human man at all. He was like an angel.... a terrible angel come to save me.
Issac, if you thought... if you even suspected, that this vigilante was someone you knew, a friend. What would you do?
IIssac
Talk to him. Ask him. Go where the man lives and look him dead in the eye. But first you better be really sure about one thing... be real sure I wanted to know.
JJason
[to Catherine] We have ourselves, our courage, our strength, our compassion. We have each other. And... now we have him... Whoever the hell he is.
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