James Howlett (Earth-616)/Quotes

All right, you freaks -- just hold it! If you really want to tangle with someone -- why not try your luck against -- the Wolverine!

Hurt you? Baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Not bad, folks, I've seen some heavy stompin' in my time...but this takes the cake. Hey one-eye, we got what we came for, right? That princess chick? How 'bout we head on home while we got the chance?

Like my name-sake, I'm fast an' I'm mean, an' when I get mad -- people get hurt!!

What I am, Vindicator, is free. An' I'm gonna stay free -- or die!

Okay, suckers-- you've taken yer best shot! Now it's my turn!

There's a time fer scrappin' an' a time fer bein' sneaky. Either way, Wolverine's the best there is.

You ain't done makin' mistakes, bub, not by a long shot.

A man comes at me with his fists, I'll meet him with fists. But if he pulls a gun-- or threatens people I'm protectin'-- then I got no sympathy for him. He made his choice. He'll have to live-- or die-- with it. I never used my claws on someone who hadn't tried to kill me first. I call that self-defense.

I'm Wolverine. I'm the best there is at what I do, but what I do best isn't very nice.

If you wish Mariko-chan's life... you'll have to get past me to take it.

I'll... kill them all. My friends. Then, it'll be the sleazoids' turn.

I'm Wolverine. I'm the best there is at what I do. I used t' be a secret agent. I used t' be a hero. Now, I'm drunk. An' lovin' ev'ry minute of it!

I'm Wolverine. If you're smart, you don't want me for an enemy.

An' because they are my friends, I owe them life... or a quick, clean death.

Daredevil, right?

Hey Stevie, you got anything stronger'n cider? I could use a cold brew!

First Spider-Man trashes us... Now the Wasp?! I've had it with gettin' dumped on my butt!

There ain't no sense to it, babe. There's never any sense to dyin'. There's just death.

Vacation's over, Petey. Time to go to work.

I got other responsibilities, Heather. Duty-- Obligations-- Giri, that's what they call in Japan--to both the X-Men......an'... another that's as important to me as Mac was to you. I give Charley a hard time--to keep him honest-- --but the X-Men are my home, my family. I won't walk out on 'em.

There's a part of me as wild an' fierce as my namesake. I'm a hard man.. given to hard ways.. when I fight, it's to win. That isn't pretty, an' it sure isn't nice. But bein' a man.. that means choosin' to grow an' change an' put aside the old ways.

Kind'a man I am, darlin', I know what I want the minute I lay eyes on it. An' what Wolverine wants, he gets. Heart's poundin', Jeannie-- you're breathin' awful fast. Gives me the impression this feelin's mutual.

All right, you freaks -- just hold it! If you really want to tangle with someone -- why not try your luck against -- the Wolverine!

Dump that gizmo an' walk right out Harry's door an' down main street-- as you really are!

I admire you, Daredevil. I admire your relentless concern for the rights of scum. But I ain't you!

Knowing when to fight and when to walk away is more smarts than you'll ever have.

Go ahead. Pull the trigger. But after you do, bub... then you're mine.

Like Ben Franklin said, bub... only two things certain in life... an' this ain't taxes.

By all I hold holy, I swear... I'm gonna bring this flamin' country down!

My name is Logan -- But most people know me as Wolverine. I'm the best there is at what I do. But what I do best... Isn't very nice.

You may love Scott, but you want me.

I'm not just a tough guy, it goes all the way to the core and it's called courage. Do your best. You can't hurt me now.

To paraphrase an old army buddy: I do so love it when a plan comes together.

All we're gonna do is blow off some steam... an' have us a good time. Where's the harm in that?

I'm called Wolverine. Or Logan. Or Patch. Or motherless scum. Depends who I'm with and whether we're trying to kill each other.

I refuse to die... upside down... It's too stupid...

I make him mad. But I figure that's okay... I wrote the book on mad.

"He's a rogue. A killer. And so am I."

Real deadly mutant power...inspiration. Can't undo havin' used it, kid. Just run from the results...or try t'make 'em mean somethin'.

I'm a fightin' man, and the way I see it this is worth fightin' for.

I AM -- LOGAN! LOGAN! I AM A MAN! And YOU -- are the ANIMAL!

I guess that guy I smell cowerin’ behind that door couldn’t possibly be the Professor, sometimes known as “Andre” in my dreams.

This is bad, people! Cyke, you know that help I said we might be getting? Forget it! 'Cause Ghost Rider has been infected by the Brood!

I ain't killin' you bub -- I'm not makin' it that easy on you! I've decided that for what you did, you're gonna pay for a long time! I'm gonna keep comin' back, see? An' each time, I come back I'm gonna cut just a little more offa you! An' between visits, you're gonna sit and wonder which part I'm gonna slice off next! I'll be seein' you around, bub!

Incidentally, I like your new look Cap. You should keep it!

Maybe the dream is dead. Maybe we should all stop pretendin' it ain't -- an' accept the fact we're livin' in a nightmare.

Now all we have to do is cross the desolate plane...scale the mountain...and rescue the girl! ... I never said it was going to be easy!

You ever try to remember something and just couldn't? Ya know, ya wrack yer brains for hours and it's just out of reach, like an itch in the middle o' your back? Half my life is like that, Charlie... gimme a break.

You ain't seen a kill-frenzy until you've seen me get mad!

That ain't a name, darlin' -- it's a haircut!

Some basement ya got there, bub -- must have some heck of a heatin' bill, huh?

Home, Logan? Ain't where your heart is. It's where you go when there's no place else to go.

Punisher's a dangerous loose cannon -- Always walkin' the line. Always in danger of going over......traits I can empathize with.

Okay, bub -- Your stink's all over this crime......you ain't no cop looking for clues and you sure ain't the Punisher.

I can 'read' folks pretty well. We have similarities -- Treading an unsteady line in our quest to do good. It's tough to balance instinct with intellect at times. You can return the favor if it looks like I've ever lost sight of the line.

You should talk about being defective, lady -- you're all over the place!

Ol' Mr. Creed wouldn't spit in yer face if yer nose was on fire... he just ain't no team player.

The beast won't win today, Ogun.

No words then, bub! Just you and me -- tooth and claw!

Now, you just follow Papa Wolverine.

Don't go beatin' yourself up over Marrow. She was twisted. Ya had to stop her. Ya did. Sometimes, 'Ro, it's that simple.

Just give it all you got, Beast!

It's just a steroid-packed punk who tried to bag us! I say the lunk's expendable!

It's time for me to start changin' the way I look at the world......and at myself.

Things change. People change. You. Me. Every one of us... Every day of our lives. The day ya' stop changin'... is the day ya' die.

Hope you brought yer camera -- 'cause this is one fer the XXL-Files.

Now unless ya' want me to bob those pointy ears of yers, Mister Spock -- now would be a good time to take us to yer leader.

He was my teacher. Back when I didn't care about the world, he taught me that any man can become someone of value. And then, later, he taught me by example that even the noblest a' men can fall to their wickedness.

'Attaboy, Warren -- that's the avengin' Angel we all know and love!

The cruelest, the most unnatural beast on the face of the earth, the one most likely to destroy everything -- is man.

And, elf -- next time you wanna pull my fat out o' the fire, do yourself a favor... ...don't do me any favors.

But, yeah... All through history people have been forced t' kill-- Forced t' do terrible things, things they didn't wanna do... Just to survive.

Maybe I'll run into her again someday... then you'll see some payback, pal. Count on it.

What in blazes are you talkin' about, fat boy?! We've known the man most of our lives. Who're you ta tell him what's good for him an' what ain't?

Hardest lesson to learn, girl...sometimes the bad guys win!

The name you speak -- the man it belongs to -- are no more! All that remains, for as long as my master Apocalypse lives... is Death!

Sure you made mistakes today. Learn from 'em. But you got no call t'be ashamed. You should be proud. Because we're all proud of you. You did good!!

You're not doin' anyone any good by chewin' on the past, kid. What's done is done. Now let's just concentrate on setting things right.

Rest in peace, Krill. Ya deserve it.

Not today, bub! Guys, as my buddy, Puck used to say......let's do it!

Ya would'a been better luck if ya'd brought me a beer.

You killed him! You killed my papa!

Ya know, we'd attract a lot less attention if ya weren't marchin' through the streets with a drawn laser pistol.

I'm your worst nightmare...I'm a self righteous mutant who ain't afraid to take out anyone who gets in the way of what I want.

You're finished here, you fat tub o'dirt. You mark me well, 'cause I never been so serious -- I see your ugly face in mine ever again, you're a dead man!

The battle was good, if it is my time to die... ...then, sayonara so be it. It is a good place to die.

You're there, baby! But it's like losing you all over again. I have to get back!

It will heal. They always heal. And quickly.

Funny...I was missing you and wanting you, tearing myself up inside. You'd come to me in dreams and that would be some sort of comfort. Then I'd wake up and you'd be gone. Now I know you're not gone. You are with me.

Damn... can't see jack in these woods! And I'm supposed to be the hotshot tracker...

Dammit... not healing!

I... I wrote that myself... ...and I put myself on this island.

Calm down, my BUTT! WHERE'S A HEALER?! WHERE'S XORN?! WHERE'S WORTHINGTON?! WHERE THE HELL IS WORTHINGTON?!

That's good, lie to me some more......give me a reason to really hurt you.

Klamath girl. What're you doing here? And where are you now?

Don't do it, girl. I ain't your enemy. Never was.

You and me, Jeanie. You and me in a blaze of glory.

I thought about trying to be clever and subtle, like that. Then I realized I'd probably end up having to beat it out of you anyway. So I'm saving myself some time.

Waitaminute--I've seen these before... What the heck are you up to, Reed?

You couldn't hit water from a boat, bub. You guys just don't seem to get it.

Okay, ladies--let's try this again... An' this time... You better have a bigger bomb!

All I know is you've gotta maintain your cover. You've gotta find out what Weapon X is up to. An' you've gotta complete your mission.

Whatever your sister was, the child is without that stain. She needs a family to love her. Maybe you could put those checks to good use. Make something right out of everything your sister did wrong.

All I ask is ya remember this one thing......Rapture's mine!

--listen, Native! We're not animals -- I know what it's like to be alone --

No, lady. You weren't wrong. You weren't wrong.

Still, I'm keepin' me an eye on this one. For a guy with no scent......somethin' don't smell quite right about you, bub.

We're not allies, Creed. Never have been. Never will be.

Go ahead. Reload. Take all the time you want. I'm still gonna kill every last one of you.

There's something really wrong with me right now. Something isn't right here--

Ninety percent of accidents happen at home, bub.

I like your style, girl.

Doesn't matter how many we take out... as long as Hydra got what we came for.

I really like beer.

Where's your bodyguards, Murdock? S.H.I.E.L.D. figures we're only after super-creeps with big, noisy powers? Well, they're wrong, bub.

You told me the Phoenix has a purpose, Jeannie. It burns away what doesn't work. So what'd you come to burn?

Oh Matt, Matt, Matty-Matt. Don't you understand? You were just the friggin' bait, kiddo.

Not sure exactly what it was, kiddo. But it told me where to start looking for answers. Grab the mark and let's go. My friend got killed over this and I'm gonna see it through now. There's gonna be hell to pay!

I saw her in a vision. Same time I saw your girl here for the first time.

It's a jungle, sweetie. I wasn't expecting a bunch of -- what the hell are you exactly?

Just so ashamed of what they made me do. Ashamed of what they found inside and tapped for their plan.

Purity's never been one of my strong suits.

What? You're kidding me, right? Peter, you're a nerd who finally got a hot chick. I'm happy for you, but that doesn't mean everyone is after her.

No, I think you're an X-Man, Jean-Paul. And an old friend-- --and me being the one that put you in this situation I figure I kinda owe you this much.

I think I'm in love.

You didn't forget about little old me, did you?

I remember... My whole life. Everything.

The Gorgon's flipped the whole thing around on us-- --he's gonna kill Nick Fury.

I remember. My whole life. I remember all of it.

Magneto, Apocalypse, Sinister, Sublime, even Cassandra Nova -- at their worst, none of 'em ever hurt us as badly as this.

Conjure up a caregiver... a sort of guardian angel that protects you from the pain.

She's in pain. She needs something to strike out at, something to help her move from grief to rage. Because rage keeps you moving. All grief does is make you want to die right alongside the person you lost. Rage gives you a reason to live. She needed something, someone to hit. So I gave it to her. Seemed like the least I could do.

I ask a few more questions. He answers 'em. He tells the truth. I can tell. I leave him with his honor. I got no use for it.

Only 198 mutants left on the stinkin' planet, and that girl's gotta be one of 'em.

An' it's like the saying goes: "Be careful what you wish for......you just might get it."

"Mascara contra mascara" means "Mask against mask." The loser of the match is unmasked and his identity revealed.

That's all I needed to know. You an' me...we ain't done.

I used to think that I was the best there is. Turns out, I'm the worst. I can't change that. So I'm gonna use it. I'm gonna use it to make 'em pay for what they did to me.

Sit still in this place, girl.... ...and you're meat for the hunters.

There ain't no redemption for me...but there is revenge. There is revenge.

S'funny. I been an Avenger for a couple'a months now. And I finally got something to avenge.

I don't wanna do this. I was hopin' I could save him...bring him back. I owe him that......for what I did to him. But there ain't no savin' him. I can see that now. There's just...nothin' left.

I'm the best at what I do. And what I do...is so terribly pretty!

Before setting out on revenge, first dig ten graves. Saves time later.

They're using you, Steve. Just like they used me.

Don't know why everybody's gotta interrupt me......when I'm tryin' to have a conversation.

When I got my memories back, I finally found out who I was. What I am. Under the costume...under the skin......I am an animal. And I cannot be trusted.

No. It ain't my place to kill you. It's theirs. My guess? You'll soon be wishin' I did kill you. Probably be the only thing we ever have in common.

I've been tryin' to figure out how to take my son down--get 'im outta this whole mess--without killin' 'im... Carbonadium's the key.

And all on account of you bein' scared. Scared'a offendin' the humans. Scared'a gettin' in the middle. Of gettin' involved. Which is funny, since I thought playin' dress-up in the spandex was all about us gettin' involved.

The Carbonadium synthesizer. I stole it. A long time ago. In Berlin. I came here to get it back. Problem is, so did Omega Red. The guy I stole it from.

The bad guys don't weigh pros and cons, or make excuses to their conscience... They just do what they wanna do. They just act. On instinct. Like that rabid dog.

That's my weakness. Women.

Yeah, I know why. But that's one secret I'm not quite ready to give up yet.

My name is Logan. Most call me Wolverine. I'm the best there is at what I do. But what I do best... ...isn't shopping.

Why is that, Creed? You're not my father, my brother, or my clone. Why is it we can never get rid of each other?

For years I struggled with what some folks called my "berserker rage." Where the thoughts in my head... They go all... animal... Mostly it's under control. Gotta be. But, it's always there. Right at the edge of darkness. Eyesight... turns... blood-red... until......nothing......of me is left...

You're just like me, kid......an' yet I don't know a thing about you.

All I'm sayin' is -- this ain't the first time we all thought Captain America was gone.

Let's try a little drinking game. Every time I say "What the @#$%?" take a drink.

What the @#$%?! Creed was never there... My head is so mixed-- --up. Behind him. That's the freak from my dreams, memories, whatever! Creed knows him?! And kowtows to him?! Who is this guy?! He was in with Weapon X, too...?

A death isn't like losing a job or getting divorced. You don't "get over it." You have to integrate it into your life. Learn to live with it. But... life does get better.

No one is talking because no one trusts each other anymore. [...] Because any one of us could be a Skrull.

Ever since I got my memories back, I've been after "them." For what "they" did to me. But it's not "them", is it, Seraph? It's him.

Romulus! Whenever you want to, bring it, do it! I'm ready for you.

Leave Petey alone, Hulk. It always comes down to me and you anyway.

I remember when it happened to me. Magneto ripped the adamantium right outta my body. Hurt like hell. For a while there, I thought I'd never make it back. Felt useless. Like I couldn't pull my weight in tobacco. But I had Storm. She'd been through the same thing once.. She reminded me of something that I'd forgotten, bein' near-indestructible for so long. That I might not be the same Wolverine, but damm if I wasn't still Logan.

&?%$ it, Steve. It was supposed to be me that killed you...

Look at you, Wendall. You really are pathetic, aren't ya?

Way I saw it then, Bucky wasn't nothin' more'n an obstacle, standin' between me an' my mission goal. In his underwear.

So you're saying I killed the angel of death and now I get a second bite at the apple whenever I die?

He had what it took to get the job done. Any job. He was... he was like me. Guess that's why we didn't get along.

Would it violate some kinda rule for you to speak English?

Obviously, I didn't kill Cap or Bucky...but what I did instead damned 'em both, just the same. An' it didn't do me any favors, either.

The Marauders don't have the baby. One of OUR side has her. An X-Man took her from Cooperstown.

Well, I love mysteries. No, really, I do. 'cause I can usually solve a mystery by beating the snot outta somebody.

What's your game, Cable? And how many more people are going to die before it's over?

He got a gun? Does he look stupid enough to use it?

What's been done to me an' mine has got to be paid for in blood. I know you wouldn't have wanted me to do the same for you... so I'm gonna respect that. It's the least I could do. Goodbye, Steve.

It's damn annoying how you keep calling me James. The name's Logan.

Shouldn't lose yer temper......Wade. Makes ya stupid. Er.

I been a lot of things in a lot of places -- a sickly kid named James Howlett, a killing machine called Weapon X, a "hero" goes by Wolverine -- but this...this is where I became a man.

You wanted to remember what it felt like before... when no one knew what you were... when it was simple. An' when Charlie Xavier's dreams sounded like hope... instead'a what they turned out to be.

Hiya, Raven, how 'bout I buy ya a drink?

While you're crawling around out here, slowly bleeding out, you just think about who you are and what you've done with your life.

An' Wade? If you can hear me......listen up: This was what it was-- there ain't no money. An' maybe you could'a taken me out, maybe not. I don't give a damn an' neither should you. But if ya come gunnin' for me like this again. I'll kill ya. Then I'll cut ya up into pieces an' eat ya. Like to see ya come back from that...

You know, I'm offically tired of you questionin' my orders every five minutes! Newsflash, chickie: this ain't a democracy. Just do it.

Rahne Sinclair has two things we'll never get back... hope and innocence. She's who we save -- she's why we risk our lives. She's who we die for!

Better not. The Kitten, she'd come back an' kill me if she knew I did somethin' that bad.

I'm the best at what I do. And what I do is... is... RUN!

Gotta warn you flamin' robots... ...I'm the best at what I do. And what I do is-- --watch hockey!

Seeing all of the enemies I thought we'd beaten and buried back in the flesh is something I won't forget anytime soon. Just like seeing Warren lying on top of a bloody pile of murder he committed. These are things I just never contemplated. But it's the image of Rahne, soaked in the blood of her father, praying for forgiveness, that I can't shake. She won't talk about what happened...hell, she won't talk at all. But we didn't find a body...just a lot of blood an the old bastard's clothes. God help her once the shock wears off...and she remembers what she did.

Sometimes I get this feelin'... kinda a longin' yearnin' maybe. For somethin' that was lost... ...or maybe don't even exist yet. Brazilians got a word for it-- --Saudade.

He didn't make a sound. Not even a whimper. I've heard a lot of awful stuff in the past day or so. The cries. The screams. The roar. But you know what? The silence is the worst.

You were supposed to be my responsibility. I was supposed to keep you safe...

There ain’t many around who can describe what it feels like to get hit by the Hulk... Simple fact bein’ there ain’t many around who can survive to tell the tale. There ain’t no pain at first. It’s like he hits ya so damn hard ya actually leave yer own body. It’s when ya come back that ya feel the pain. An’ ya realize yer goin’ toe-to-toe with a walkin’ earthquake.

Normal girls ain't got wings, Girly-Girl.

Were it up to me, Lucas, I'd gut you right now, and stuff that metal arm up somewhere nice and cozy.

Read my mind. What are you afraid of? Read it, and you'll see. The whole story. Starting with the day I came to the X-Men. The day you let me in through the door--even though you knew damn well I'd been sent there to kill you.

You know who I am old man. I'm the one who broke the golden spear and shattered the Black Dragon Tong. I'm the man who killed Lo Shang Cho.

Bad news, bub... this little get-together just went from interrogation to execution.

You've got an inoperable brain tumor. You're gonna die unless you help us. The only choice you have to make...is how bad we hurt you before you do. Now where is the $@%&ing virus?!

Well, Sabretooth is as "unsavory" as they come. If that animal represents part of my brain, he must be the part I ain't never gonna let myself become.

Said it before and I'll say it again: There's something about a beautiful broad. Even if ya know they got something up their sleeve -- they still can put ya under their spell.

"I am what I am and that's all that I am." And what I am... is a guy who tries to do the right thing. I'm Wolverine. And that's enough.

I forgive you Charles. I hope one day you can do the same for me.

Fat chance, Chuck! I haven't come this far to turn back without learning the whole truth! We're not goin' anywhere... so get up!

I guess every father hopes that his son turns out, in some way, like himself. In my case... well, I got more than I ever could've hoped for-- my son's just like me.

Please allow me to introduce myself properly. You interrupted my drink!

Yeah, sure. Treat me like a kid again. I have got to get my Adamantium back.

Sorry, hon. Looks like... ...I can never be one o' you. Not really.

Sounds fancy. Me, I'm a simple man...I'm just gonna kill ya.

-koff- As Mark...Twain said...-koff- I forget what the hell Twain said, but I ain't dead.

Listen to him, Summers. Give Daken to me. You can keep the blade, just...give me my son. Please.

Yeah, should'a seen that -- coming... Elektra.

If you value your ability to sit comfortably, bub, then best drop that gun. 'Cause if I have to come over there and take it away from you... I'll give you one good guess just where I'm gonna stick it.

My claws may be metal weapons-- --but they ain't no "mere."

Maybe Mariko's ghost was telling me that this was my hour. That it was my time to join the world of shadows.

I'm no hero.

How come my futures always stink?

Ain't this a bitch. Some sort of energy blades. Feel 'em burnin' up my guts, scraping against my ribs. Guess this is what it feels like to be killed by me.

Daken must've been here. Somewhere. Romulus set it up--put Daken and Tinkerer together. Victor...Victor is security. Makin' sure I stay clear. Victor is Romulus' man on the ground, makin' sure it all goes according to plan.

I withold mercy from the merciless. That's my job.

I am afraid to be alone with my own thoughts. I'm afraid of my own memories.

I was lookin' so hard for a hidden connection......I missed the most obvious one. I've been set up.

Best million bucks I ever spent.

'cause disco really does suck. I'm just sayin'.

I'm half-blind. I can only use one arm. An' I'm about as weak as I can be an' still stand up. I can't believe this was my plan.

X-Force -- kill whoever you want. But Big Red is mine.

It's about as far from 'okay' as you can get, boss man. I told you to wait!! You signed their death warrants without batting an eye! If either one of those kids dies, it's on you.

Sometimes I remember liking it. That killing.

You ready to hear that favor now? Good. Show me how to use this thing.

Matsu'o's not done paying. So he doesn't get to die. Ever.

This is my fight, not his. I started it......I hafta end it.

This is what happens to women who get involved with me, Melita. I want you to understand that.

Whenever I eat something that disagrees with me......I avoid eating it again!

We're on our way to rescue a queen, overthrow an evil wizard, and win back a country. Care to join us?

I did what I was told. That's what you do in war. I went where he said to go. I killed who he said to kill. I watched my friend die. She better be worth it.

I know this great little Viking place in Iceland. Thor took me there once. They serve mead made from the fermented blood of Frost Giants. Got quite a kick. You'll love it.

Hmmph. Got that right. No reason to. You lost ,I won. Deal with it, bub.

I know what I'm talking about. Took me a long time to learn this: There's nothing wrong with going out and doing what you gotta do. Nothing at all. But when you're lost, you come home. You don't run away.

In order for me to play Romulus outta position, I needed to come up with a plan that was so outside the box that nobody could ever figure it out.

Kurt was the only guy that ever looked me in the eyes like a man, and spoke to me like one, and treated me like one. No matter what I did or where I was or how I felt. He was my best friend and he never treated me like a damn animal. And now he's -- he's gone, and -- and for what?!? You better be worth this, I swear to god.

This is never going to end. You kill me, it still won't end. You don't know anything about revenge. All you're doing, son, is screaming in the dark and no one cares. No one hears you. No one ever will. Except me. And you know as well as I do that all I feel is sorry for you. And maybe, sorry for myself, too. You can't stand that. You can't stand being nothing to nobody, but me.

By makin' that impossible. You'll never be Romulus, son. An' you'll never be me.

Hey, I'm an X-Man and on two Avengers teams. ... Multitasking. It's my mutant power. Don't tell anybody.

It's time to begin a new cycle. A new life. One that I control. One that I can live with. It's time to let go of the past. It's time to create something new. Something of my own.

My name is Wolverine. I'm the best there is at what I do.

He taught everyone around him how to enjoy life. And how to believe in something greater than themselves.

So how come now, as I'm walking to my death, the only thought that keeps crossing my mind... is where the hell'd all the time go?

When this is over, Slim, you me need to have a little talk. But right now...I want these bloodsuckers off our island!

You work for the X-Men long enough and you learn all kinds of things. Like Emma doesn't like it when you stand on the back of her cape. Nightcrawler's two-fingered poker technique could be very distracting. And there actually is a temperature below which it is not safe to put your tongue on Colossus.

Emma? Think ya oughtta take a look through my eyes fer a bit. And no... I ain't started drinkin' yet

Betsy insists this Creed is a good man. May even be true. Don't lessen the instinct to cut 'im in half. Hate like that runs deep -- reason don't turn it off. Same as reason don't turn off my feelings for the elf. His voice -- takes me back to good times. Reminds me how far away they are now. Hurts like almost nothin' else. Only one other person could team me up this bad... ...Jean.

You remind me of an old road. The idea of going down it again has me worried going on scared. It'd be better if we weren't close.

The end of the world is coming. I don't think I can face it. I know I can.

Osborn. Even buried deep in prison that nutjob is still giving us grief.

#### Spacemen.

We take one of these *$%&# alive. The rest? Open season.

I'm happy to be doing what I want to do. I'm really happy you got full control of your diseases and I can cut you as much as I want. I'm even happier you got some healing now so I can cut you over and over. But I'm happiest my boy there didn't kill you before it was my turn to take a crack.

Telepath. Feel him in my brain. Like worms. Hurts. Burns. Worms tunneling. Find him. Kill him. Kill Quire.

It's okay sweetie... whatever those things are, they ain't real. So they can't be your brother. Do you hear me? I 'm not saying it doesn't hurt, and doesn't seriously mess with your head. And doesn't kinda fly in the face of all logic and reality. BUT IT'S NOT REAL. We'll sort all this out... I promise

Then it's settled. Deadpool dies.

During the best times, Dunwich Sanitorium churned out hit men and assassins for gangsters and corrupt government officials. Then, new management took over and it went from bad to nightmarish. I spent a few weeks in residence after the whole operation went south. They used psychic munitions to incapacitate me. They strip-mined my brain, tried to turn me into their plaything. That didn't work out so well for them. I spent my whole life playing this game of hide-and-seek with my past. Trying to remember...forcing myself to forget...but this place haunts me.

Sorry to spring this on ya...but Avengers Academy's about to get a hell of a lot more crowded.

See, that the thing, Kid... it ain't supposed to be fun. Guess your daddy never taught you that. Me, I've studied how to kill pretty much everything that walks, flies or slither in this big ole' universe. Including Strontians, like you. I know your strengths. And I know your pressure points. Like this one here. Guess what I'm trying to say is... you shoulda stayed in school.

Why did you come back? What the hell do you want! Tell me the truth or I swear I'll cut your head clean off.

Come on. We've gotta move now. I may not know why you've been marked for assassination, but one thing's for sure...we're both dead if the covenant finds out I've double-crossed them.

Look around you, son. This is revenge. This is what it gets.

Chambers... or one of his automated factories... pieced these knock-offs together quickly. They've got claws and speed and a killer instinct. But they ain't the real deal. The ain't me. Far from--Aw, c'mon

It was her. It was really her. Jeannie...

They had their shot... now it's my turn. I'm gonna kill every last **** on this island.

If these guys can get ahold of an aircraft like that--what can't they do?

"We're going to teach Mystique somethin' she should'a learned in school. "Thou shall not steal."

So no matter what happens, we ain't going back to the way things were. Soon as we find those kids...the Jean Grey School is finished.

Uh, bud. I'm not one of your commandos. You can't order me around.

So we're doing this in the open? You've taken over everyone on board? Whatever you are. At least you've stopped tellin' me lies about doombots. I walked in here 'cause I figured there must be someone in charge left for me to warn. Why else would the Watcher freak out at the idea of me not coming here? Next time it's the end of the world 'cos S.H.I.E.L.D.'s being mind-controlled...I'm gonna ask for clear instructions.

This... process... they said -- they triggered it! They're inside me! I can feel them... changing me! I'm not... healing -- why... why aren't I--?! Why aren't I healing?

We spew sounds a' hate and hurt an' we tear each other apart. Healing factor or not... this is the kind a' fight that leaves scars, neither one a' us is gonna be the same. That's around the time I lock eyes with him, that's when I notice it... the sonnova bitch is smiling. Take me a second to realize... I am too.[...]There's a part a' me that want to tear flesh and rend bone. A part that would rather than think. Used to believe that part a' me was inexhaustible. That no one could could tussle with it with it long enough to find its end. I was wrong. There is nothing left. He's taken it all. I almost want to say thanks.

You're one of the smartest people I know, one of the most sensible, and, despite all the crap you went through, one of the most caring. The best day of that kid's life will always be the day you rescued him.

We're not alone. We're together. Not just a team, but family.

Well, I-- --I killed her, Kitty. It was an accident.

I just ain't gonna let this island be a refuge for poachers. And I just had t'make sure the good prince understood.

I don't need my school to save me, Scott. It already did.

Most people think I'm nothing more than an animal!

Hell, these days, you're too damn much like me. That's the problem. Too damn headstrong. Too damn angry. Too damn scary for your own damn good. You ain't the man I used to follow. And we need that man again, Scott. We need him bad.

Don't worry. They aren't gonna kill you. I am.

Take it from Rogue, Darla... Your past don't define you. If we aren't given the chance to learn from our mistakes... to grow... to evolve... We'd all still be animals...

Are you kidding me? I always thought you had the best power, Jubilation Lee. The best power of them all. You make fire in the sky.

But mostly I learned that no matter how I did it, no matter how long it took, no matter what part of my soul it cost me......I was goin' to kill Sabretooth. And someday I will.

It's not just to remember your life-- --but your death, too. It's to remind me that's where I started. If I keep that in mind, that I did that, that I'll always regret it, maybe I can put some new values together, go forward. 'stead of runnin' away from the guilt of it.

Maybe it's my fault. Maybe it's me that's doomed these kids.

No more innocents are gonna die because of me. Not another one. You got my word on that.

Long story. The moral of which is, appreciate it while you got it. The only power worth snot is the power to get up after you fall down. Everything else -- the fancier, flashier powers -- that's just extra.

Days from now, I'll still be asking myself what the hell dying "like a man" really means. I'll probably never get an answer.

Men fight, we get dirty, we get hurt, we die. And the women are there to mother us, marry us, heal us. Bury us. Always. We think we're takin' care of them, but we're looking at it upside-down. We think we're the wolves. When all along we're the cubs.

They're just gonna keep comin'. Anywhere I go... guys like you, not caring who gets in the way, who gets hurt, who dies.

Long ago when I lived in these mountains, I was almost completely an animal. The only evils were hunger and sickness. The pack wanted to kill you because you were weak. You no longer contributed. But the humans chasing me want to kill me because somebody's paying them. Which is worse? I'd rather be an animal.

No more chances. No more doing something horrible and telling myself I've got until the end of damn time to make up for it. No. Just one lifetime, where every choice matters.

I'm not disappointed you didn't kill him, kid. You're the best there is at what you do. But that doesn't mean you have to do it.

Hey, if you're who I think you are, then dealing with grief through anger runs in the family. It's what we do. We take our emotions and we stab something with it. That's the Wolverine way.

Tony. Do better. See people before potential.

I'm good, but trackin' five killers in a country that reeks as much of death and blood as this one? Ain't no one that good.

Who are you?

That guy I just killed? I'm pretty sure I knew him. What does that mean?

You made me a nice offer, Persephone. Here's my answer. #$%@ death.

What the Hell are you talking about? We never talked about the Infinity Stones.

%#@$ Crom. And %#@$ you.

She was something beautiful. You didn't deserve to see what she really was.

Aw, Hell -- the Time Bat was on the ship when it blew. Rewind time, I gotta go back and get it. Never mind -- you can take me back in time and stop whatever killed the X-Men.

Gentleman, this is my house.

And I'm sorry I couldn’t give you what you wanted. Then or now.

I don't like your plans!

James, Logan, Patch, Weapon X, Wolverine... Canada, Madripoor, New York, Japan... Krakoa... Names scramble. Time gets slippery. My brain feels bruised black. I don't know when, where or even who I am. But I do know this: I'm an expert on pain.

Shoulda known better than to get involved with Ghost Riders. Bad as my life's ever been, never been half as screwed up as Danny and Johnny.

I want you to be you. That's all. You're acting like you're fixed... but you were never broken.

I know I can't trust the surface of things, because I can't trust even myself. We've all done things we regret. We've all hurt people we love. Whatever the reason -- maybe you drank too much, snorted too much, smoked too much -- but you went wild with rage or lust or hunger. Later you might apologize by saying, "I wasn't myself." But other people will say that when your defenses get stripped away, you're who you really are. You've revealed your true self. As an animal.

Been thinking lately about all my different lives. About how awful and broken some of them have been. But I wouldn't be where I am today without all those broken pieces fitting together. Some times you need to break some #%@ to fix it. And I can't help but feel like they... what I guess Xavier would call my mutant family... have fixed me. By giving me a chance. They're here because of me. Because I asked them to come. And they came even though they know what I've burned down and torn apart in the past. But what I've done seems less important to them than what I could be.

I've fallen victim to the same thing I been criticizing Krakoa about. Letting my guard down. Bar's always been my only sanctuary. But there is no escape.

Somebody on a barstool once told me their drunken theory about getting rich. You suddenly come into cash, and it changes you... by cranking up the volume of everything you used to be. You used to be good... and now you're even better. Donating to charity. Building hospitals. Creating scholarships. Whatever. But if you used to be bad? You're made worse.

When Polaris started spitting her riddles, seemed obvious which one referred to me. A soul lost, an edge gained. I got three days to secure the Muramasa blade... so that I can take my place in the tournament of swords and settle what amounts to a multidimensional feud over land rights. It dredges up some of my best and worst memories.

I have my sword. But it came with a price. Only time will tell if it was worth the cost.

Drunken boxed more times than I can count... but never tried swordfighting on more than a few splashes of sake.

Name's Patch... and I'm sure looking forward to bleeding some money at this auction.

Seems like she's in pretty good hands to me. Call us if you need us, kid.

I know a thing or two about losing control. About somebody else staking a claim to my mind and body. What happened to you -- to all of Terra Verde -- it ain't right.

...where's Magneto?

Stop it? You've got the wrong hombre, amigo. War is all I'm built for. When can we start?

Sonofa@#$%& lied to me.

Keep your filthy fingers off Krakoa.

The name's Wolverine. You know who I am. You know what I do. You know I'm the best at it.

I've never met that kid, never smelled her, but she won't look me in the eye. Guess she's had a rough time.

Another mutant out there. We're supposed to be comin' together, but she walked away from us. Guess she made her choice. She's on her own. She wants an enemy so bad? Well, now she's got one.

I would love nothing more than to take my time with you, Rom. Because I owe you about a lifetime of pain. But this ain't about me.

Not only are you the woman I need, M'iko--you're the woman I want. The only one. Always...

... I don't know if you're gonna live through this. But if you do die... you'll still be better off.

Oh, terrific. Magic $#@#.

Is that what you fear? Or is it that the paradise you created...has moved on without you?

The world's falling apart and, for some #$%& reason, Kraven's chosen me as his endgame.

I wait. I wait in the dark. The dark is bad, but I am bad, so we wait together. When it is light, he comes. When it is light, he wants me to do things. He wants me to eat... or he wants me to kill. I am good at killing. Killing is good.

If there was one face... if there was one name... that embodies my deepest wound... that clings to me like a scar... it's him. Sabretooth. If I am pain, he is hate. But even that word feels inadequate. He is the word beneath that word. A word you can't say because it is the garbled scream of someone getting their skin burned off or their lungs torn out. A word you can't spell because it is an arrangement of maggots and marrow and entrails. I know this is him but not him. I know it is Sabretooth's shadow, that he's somehow cast upon this whole $*#$% pit. But fighting it... I finally feel relief. It opens up more and more of my mind, and I understand not just who I was, but who I hope to be. Someone who fights against everything Sabretooth represents. Someone who shreds a hole through the heart of hate.

You gave him carte blanche. "Carte blanche" my ass.

I'm here for you. But I'm done with Krakoa.

It's happening again, bub. What are we gonna do about it?

Sorry, bub. But there can be only one.

Think I'm finally figuring out how Krakoa put a dent in me. Being on my own these past few months is like a play on that old tree-falls-in-the-forest bit. Nobody's the best alone. If you're not fighting for others... then what's the fighting for?

Sabretooth had this sick tradition... of bringing me pain for my birthday.

Aurora said she hoped I was hurting. What she doesn't know is, my only scars are the ones I carry inside me. And so many of them come from him... Sabretooth. He's ripped up my brain, he's ripped up my skin, he's ripped up my friends and family, my soul... as far back as I can remember. But then again... I've done plenty of damage to him. On my own. And as a part of Krakoa. Given all the mindwipes and mind plants I've suffered... it's hard to keep score... on who's hurt who worst in this cycle of violence that's been roaring all through the years. That doesn't excuse a single thing he's done. But it might damn me. Because if I caused him to seek revenge... then that means I caused this.

This is Adamantium armor. That is a Muramasa blade. I'm still hard to kill. Let's go find a fight.

@&#%$&# Deadpool. @%&#.

That's my son. That's Akihiro. But that's impossible. Because he's dead.

This is for my @#$%#& son. This is for my @#$%#& friends. This is for @#$%#& Krakoa. This is for his failure to know what to do with the pain inside him except share it with others.

I don't give a &#%@ about them or you. The only reason we're talking is my son.

Every culture has its Bogeyman. Their monster in the dark. For me, it's Sabretooth--the real Sabretooth. For mutants, it's Sinister.

Do it, Louise... turn me!

Whole world's goin' straight to Hell. Which ain't exactly breaking news these days, I know. Only this time... feels like there's a good chance we might just stop it.

You slugs're basically Sinister's toys. Boss snaps his fingers, you do as you're told. One of you gets killed, he just pops out another copy t' replace you. In your time, at his bidding, you've done a lot of damage. Slaughtered a lot of innocents. Includin' folks I care for. Here an' now--once an' f'r all--f'r you an y'r boss--this is where it ends!

They say I'm the best there is at what I do. But that? Symbiotes? Zombie Symbiotes???

There are some folks who deserve no mercy. You, Sinister, are at the top of my list. I don't care how long it takes, I will find you. And you will pay for what you've done.

Look, I know that... feelin'. You saw some things. Maybe you got bad things in your head now, and you think it means you ain't no good. Maybe you think you gotta be alone. Like you aren't fit to be around regular people. That's the choice guys like us always gotta make. You gotta decide if what you done and where you come from is what you are. What kinda family you deserve. One that pulls you down? Or one that makes you strong? If even a guy like me can have friends... make himself some kinda family, then anyone can. You can.

This Wendigo might be hungerin' for my flesh, but it's fightin' it. I can see the struggle in its eyes. I recognize it because I've lived it. I'm only standing here today because other people saw that struggle and decided to help. Decided to not just leave me to be an animal. That's a debt. Not to those who helped me, but to other half animals out there trying to remember what it is to be a person. And I'm a man who pays his debts.

I hear the alien thing's whispers and I realize it ain't as dumb as I thought. This was the plan. Break me down. Stretch my healin' factor to the limit. And turn me back into the Wolverine who kills for someone else.

I've been to the blood-red edge of rage more times than I can count. At times, it's taken long days of meditation or telepathic intervention from the world's most powerful psychics to bring me back. But sometimes all it takes is a couple of terrified words in a kid's voice.

That voice that isn't Deathstrike's rings in my ears for an impossibly long moment. Then it becomes something else--a cold, metallic sound calling to me. It's not mind-control or telepathy. Feels... older. Primal. Feels so ancient I can hear the passing of ages. I've got good ears. I can always tell where a sound is coming from. And just before I pass out, I realize that ancient, primal presence... is coming from my own bones.

Pretty sure Heaven's long since given up on me. But I don't need any damn angels... I got an elf on my side.

Americans, huh? Took you bums long enough.

The mission is good. And I serve the mission.

I'm the Wolverine. She's Shadowcat. Name's Logan. Hers is Kitty Pryde. I'm considered an old man. She's barely a teenager. Were both X-Men. Technically, that makes us super heroes. But that's only part of it. We're also hunters. We're also warriors. Except she got lucky--I'm the only killer here. I aim to keep things that way.

It started when your mother died. You were driving, Laura... and it was an accident, but... your mom... she didn't make it... it's not your fault, baby girl. You started writing in a journal. I guess none of us knew how much you really liked to write. The grief counselor said it was a healthy way to process the situation, but... you started losing more of yourself to your stories. Everything you wrote started to feel more real to you than the actual world. Your character's name was "Wolverine."

As I run toward the manor house, the scent grows stronger. It's the scent of my hate made flesh. The scent of someone who's taken everything from me again and again. The scent of a man... who doesn't know how to stay dead.

Only now do I realize I've been so focused on the hunt that I haven't given any real thought to what the Hell I'm gonna say to her. "Mother. Long time no see. It really messed me up that you hated me so much you killed yourself." Should probably start with "hi."

She's gotta be one of the five... maybe three... top thieves in the whole world.

Humanity will fight and die for control over a couple of stones. We will never be free of their burden. So I gave each stone a soul of its own. They will lead their own individual lives. Write their own destinies. Years ago the Soul Gem gave me a soul. Now I think I know why. It's so that I could give that same gift now. These souls will protect themselves or die trying. And if they do, we will be right back here again. In the same story.

I'm Wolverine. I'm the best there is at what I do, but what I do best isn't very nice.

Even the Devil can bleed.

When I was a kid I used to think the old man -- my grandfather -- was the devil.

He ran a guerilla war-- Which means he ran kill teams. Civilians died. What do they call that kind o'person in the United States, kid ?

Your words fill me with courage, Rom! Hearing you speak, I would believe that all is possible! That is why you are proclaimed the Greatest of Spaceknights! Where others would submit to a seemingly implacable fate, you fight on!

This is X-Force. There's only one rule. No one can know.

It's poisonous, it's unpoliced, and smart people figure that at any one time there's three ships there that're still launch-capable. Chaparanga Beach is one the five most dangerous places on Earth. You shoulda brought your camera.

Just saying. In the Crooked Market, there's always a cost. Just a matter of time until we figure out what's owed.

This isn't where you go to swim and play. The waves will mangle you or the reef will chew you up or the current will rip you out into the open water. You can't even sunbathe here. The pound and slapping of the waves makes the air shake. I asked Sage to do some math for me. A seventy-foot wave can do five hundred tons of damage to a body. Welcome to the thresher.

My name is James Howlett and this is where I was born. This is also where I died.