Excuse me, sir? Do you ever get tired of this? Do you ever become weary of being the good guy? I saw the montage. I know how you became this way. I know why you fight.
Doesn’t it become exhausting? How do you get up every morning, knowing that again you’ll sacrifice your body and possibly even your life to save the people?
Because someone has to fight the villains we aren’t strong enough to battle.
Because someone has to take the punches that would kill us.
Because someone has to rise above.
I’m just glad it’s you, not me.