Renegades

One cannot be brave who has no fear.

How can we expect people to change if we don't give them the chance to?

Heroism wasn't about what you could do, it was about what you did. It was about who you saved when they needed saving.

There are many dangerous people in this world. but there are also many good people. Brave people. No matter how bad things get, we have to remember that. So long as there are heroes in this world, there's hope that tomorrow night might be better.

There's no rule that says you have to be a prodigy to be a hero," she insisted. "If people wanted to stand up for themselves or protect their loved ones or do what they believe in their hearts is the right thing to do, then they would do it. If they wanted to be heroic, they would find ways to be heroic, even without supernatural powers.

What exactly are we looking for? Villains, doing villainous things.

WE WERE ALL VILLAINS in the beginning.

...Where does she get her supplies?" Winston held his gaze. Blinked. Licked his lips. Opened his mouth. Hesitated. Swallowed. Coughed. Finally responded, "The hardware store?" "The hardware store?" "Yes." Winston's head bobbed. "That's where she gets her stuff." "Is that code for something?" "No? Just the hardware store." ... "Any specific hardware store?" Asked Adrian. "Hmmm." Winston seemed to consider this. Then, "Nope. She likes them all.

It's a terrible shame he's a Renegade, isn't it? Otherwise, you could have asked him to stay for dinner.

Your days of villainy are over, Nightmare.” She scoffed. “You sound like you've read too many comics.” “You sound like you think that's a bad thing,” he retorted.

For the record, while it's very charming that you keep trying to protect me, I would like to remind you that I actually know how to defend myself." He grimaced. "I know. It's just... instinct." "Well, stop it." He held his hands up. "Won't happen again." He hesitated. I mean, unless I'm pretty sure you're about to die, then I'm absolutely going to rescue you, whether you like it or not.

I can't tell if that was arrogant,” Ruby muttered, “Or just... you know, honest.” “The two aren't mutually exclusive.

She had always been astonished by people who could fall asleep fast, like there was nothing to it. Like their spirits weren't burdened with suffering and resentment. Like their hearts and minds could so easily be at peace.

Where would I go?” “Anywhere you like. That’s the beauty of freedom.

You mean people don't like to see hypocrisy in their leadership? Shocking.

Maybe Ace really was a villain. Or maybe he was a visionary. Maybe there’s not much of a difference.

She wasn't a Renegade. She was Nightmare. And she did not like to be seen.

You know, I'm not sure you picked the right alias. Insomnia is too passive. I vote we change it to Velociraptor." Ruby laughed. "Relatively small, but surprisingly ferocious?" "Exactly. All in favor?

Heroism wasn’t about what you could do, it was about what you did.

It became the strong against the weak, and, as it turns out, the strong were usually jerks.

All revolutions come with death. Some must die so that others might have life. It is a tragedy, but it is also a truth.

To be weak.' 'Excuse me?' 'That is his deepest fear. To be, in essence, without power.

We both know the world would be better off without heroes. Without villains. Without any of us, getting in the way of normal, happy people and their normal, happy lives.

There was a freedom in anonymity. There was power in not having to answer to anyone.

A bomb maker, a beekeeper, a poison distiller … and her. It sounded like the start of a bad joke.

There was the potential for evil everywhere, and the only way to combat it was if more people chose goodness. If more people chose heroism.

It's good to be queen.

Everyone wants to be a hero. When you think about it, it’s a little sad that so few actually get to be one.” Nova couldn’t contain a derisive sniff. “It would be sad, except they don’t actually mean it.” Adrian cocked his head at her. “What do you mean?” “There’s no rule that says you have to be a prodigy to be a hero,” she insisted. “If people wanted to stand up for themselves or protect their loved ones or do what they believe in their hearts is the right thing to do, then they would do it. If they wanted to be heroic, they would find ways to be heroic, even without supernatural powers.” She waggled her fingers in mockery of said powers. “It’s easy to say you want to be a hero, but the truth is most people are lazy and complacent. They have the Renegades to do all the rescuing and saving, so why should they bother? It’s easier to just call the hotline, then turn the other way and pretend it’s not your problem to solve.

No...?" Winston started... "Excuse me?" said Adrian, "No...no. Uh..." Winston glanced once, briefly, at Nova, then back at Adrian. "No... reen." He coughed. "Her name is Noreen.