I vow to be true to the name of Namor, which means "avenging son"! I shall never rest till the insolent human race has paid for its crimes against our people! Now rise, and pledge me your hearts, your hands, your lives!
No longer can I stand! The mighty Sub-Mariner is helpless..! This cannot be the way it shall end! Not for this was I born a prince! And yet...The darkness is stealing over my brain...The shadows begin to engulf me...!
In the name of Father Neptune, now does Namor the First, Prince of Atlantis, Emperor of the Deep, Lord of the Seven Seas and Supreme Commander of the undersea legions, duly proclaim for all to witness... the victory is truly mine! Let no man deny that Namor is, and ever shall be, Prince of the Blood!
Brief though life be... and though a needless death is a crime against the very universe... man is ever noblest when he lives by ideals! Without them, though he possess even the intellect of the Thinker himself... he is but a beast... reaching vainly for the stars...!
Stare as death closely, Sunfire! Each of your "enemies" is a person... Even as you an I! You fight for "victory" and for "honor"! Yet is there "honor" in merciless murder or "victory" in the destruction of the entire Earth?
...Perhaps I am not the Namor you knew. Perhaps I am the menace now, the threat to all you hold dear. But if so, I do not care. And I will tell you this: Get out of my way -- or I'll leave you broken and bleeding in my wake.
You are not a god! You are not an immortal! You are the royal subject of a king, and your king demands that you stop this madness now!! ALL OF IT! You will stop this, you will leave this universe and you will not come back!
I was mistaken when I said it made no difference on which side I fought. You have convinced me otherwise -- with your mad ranting of a 'master race' and 'subhumans.' Earlier tonight, I weakened -- and let this U-boat live to fight again. I will not make that mistake a second time!
Are you listening to yourselves? Tony Stark is the most irritating lung-man I have ever met. But he is, in his own way, as regal as either of the true princes of blood with you here today. And you would insult him by offering him charity? If Stark cannot defeat his inner demons, what good is he against alien invasions and super-powered megalomaniacs? What good will he be to we who have sworn to defend this Earth? If Tony Stark succeeds in pulling himself out of the gutter, he will be stronger than ever before. And if he fails...He was not worthy to sit among us in the first place. Either way, this road of trials that faces him now...He must walk down alone.
Logomancer-- our people are in danger of extinction, and this New Atlantis we're building...it means a great deal to me. It may be my last chance at redemption. This is my city. And I won't let it be destroyed by creatures that died long before we were born. ... You didn't hear that. The 'redemption' part.
Lowly beast! Your allies made this happen! It was your help that let them get so close to ending the world! Launched from my domain! I've upheld my word to Rogers, the threat is over. Now you will face the judgment of the deep!
Unlike my predecessors, Loa, I can no longer neglect matters beyond the walls of Atlantis. The era of emperors is gone. It's time to make something new. I have a kingdom to build, battles to fight. And a life I intend to live to the fullest. But like you, I will first pause to consider what has happened today. All that I have learned...and all that's been lost.
Lucky. We were indeed lucky, this night. And Ramona Fischer -- wherever you are, whoever you are -- I have felt the depth of your young man's regard for you. I do not know whether you will reciprocate, once you know of it. But I hope that you will treasure it. For tonight...it was enough to save a world.
The sea should boil with the righteous fury of Namor the Sub-Mariner. I should be angry. But I'm not. I was warned that someone would be coming for the hammers. I expected my one-time ally, Valkyrie. I hoped to talk some sense into her. Instead, I find you -- the one who unleashed hell on all the world...the one who brought destruction to my kingdom. So I'm not angry. I'm glad. I'm glad it's you.
Everything dies. You. Me. Everyone on this planet. Our sun. Our galaxy, and, eventually, the universe itself. This is simply how things are. It's inevitable... and I accept it. What I will not tolerate -- what I find unacceptable -- is going quietly, like some mewling child, before my time. There is something out there, coming for us, trying to kill us all -- and I would do to it what it would do to us. Brothers. Sisters. All the angels have fallen, and we devils are all that remains... so I ask you... will you help me kill worlds?
All I know is that I'm aware of something now that looking back I wish I'd seen at the time. When we were the Invaders of World War II, I was the team's might and Steve, the strategist and natural leader, was its brain. You were the heart, Jim.
Let it be known, I take full responsibility for everything I've unleashed. I do not regret my actions, but I understand the weight of them. But I fear I'm... losing control. The Cabal are rapid dogs, and I can no longer hold their leash. I'm ready to do what we must... I'm ready to finish this.
Ha! Haha hahaha haha! And perhaps the Phoenix has forgotten all about you. Out of sight, out of mind, yes? Perhaps all the monsters have given up and gone away -- so that the two of us can live happily ever after. Perhaps all is truly well. But I think we both know better. I think we both can agree -- that once a monster has your scent -- the beast will never stop coming. Until at least one of you is dead in the water.
This holy war has just begun. And we will not misstep as we have in the past. No more armies hitting the beach. No more invasions. Let the air-breathers have their mounds of dirt and blackened skies. We fight for the seas, and those who called them home. The surface world has their Avengers. Now we have the Defenders of the Deep.
I know how this sounds. Like I'm a puppet. But... I'm a puppet to my own mind, to an unconscious savior. I may not have solely come up with this plan to save the world, but I know, deep in my heart... it's a good plan. It will save the world... I need you to understand this.
And so it was set. I remember the pride I felt. And the certainty-- the absolute certainty... this was going to be amazing! It was all so long ago. And now-- now-- I do not like to think of what will come next.
Ah, but the public has read of your demise, too. Not only that, but i seem to recall Doctor Strange's funeral. All of us, men who are alive when, by rights, we should be dead. Do you know what that makes us?
While we were in New Atlantis, I took the liberty of conjuring a more...aggressive version of Belial's Beckoning. I put the call out to Defenders, Secret Defenders, even those who were only Defenders for a Day... Pretty much everyone. And I didn't take 'no' for an answer.
Look at them, T'Challa-- flying off to save the unsaveable. The good and noble, warring against the inevitable. Is that us? Is that what you think we are? You might have been right at one time. Maybe I was that man once. Maybe you were as well. But then we both lost our people, and our kingdoms crumbled. Even now, while we do what we must to keep the things we love alive, we become everything they hate. Do you know what you bury deep, my friend? Things that have died. Who is this Namor, the good and noble? No man I know.
"It matters." The way you people talk about your lives-- Like they mean something... "It matters."
I am the greatest man I know... But compared to this, I'm nothing. Just as you... are nothing. Am I the only man here with the courage of his convictions... Or am I the only one with conviction at all?
These lines you won't cross... These things you won't do... They shame you. How dare any of you put yourself--your damned morals--above the lives of every living thing? The truth is, you people aren't worth that... And neither am I. Our lives are a pittance. A petty, small nothing...