Without your schemes,
My life, it seems, is empty
I'd spend all my time keeping you from doing wrong
You were my only nemesis
I'd foil your plans, but still I miss
The moments when we didn't get along
My life, it seems, is empty
I'd spend all my time keeping you from doing wrong
You were my only nemesis
I'd foil your plans, but still I miss
The moments when we didn't get along
—"The Moments When We Didn't Get Along", "It's About Time", Phineas and Ferb
She was my enemy,
One of the best of them.
Would she come back to me,
God damn the rest of them!
One of the best of them.
Would she come back to me,
God damn the rest of them!
— Stephen Vincent Benet, Elegy for an Enemy
"This was the noblest Roman of them all:
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He only, in a general-honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He only, in a general-honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"
—Antony eulogizes Brutus, Julius Caesar
Heatwave: Flash was creative. He'd have run circles around us, spinning away our oxygen!
Weather Wizard: Ha! All you do is punch and kick like a child throwing a tantrum!
Captain Cold: The old Scarlet Speedster would vibrate his molecules right outta that bronze.
Weather Wizard: With a smile and an "Aw, shucks" that just made you wanna... rip him to shreds, you know?
(All sigh)
(later)
Heatwave: Is that-?
Captain Cold: He's back!
Weather Wizard: (wipes away tears) I promised myself I wouldn't cry!
Weather Wizard: Ha! All you do is punch and kick like a child throwing a tantrum!
Captain Cold: The old Scarlet Speedster would vibrate his molecules right outta that bronze.
Weather Wizard: With a smile and an "Aw, shucks" that just made you wanna... rip him to shreds, you know?
(All sigh)
(later)
Heatwave: Is that-?
Captain Cold: He's back!
Weather Wizard: (wipes away tears) I promised myself I wouldn't cry!
— Batman: The Brave and the Bold, "Requiem for a Scarlet Speedster!"
Antony: This was the noblest Roman of them all...
Legionary: Was he? ...Should we be angry with you now he's dead?
Antony: What? No! No. Fuck no.
Legionary: Was he? ...Should we be angry with you now he's dead?
Antony: What? No! No. Fuck no.
—Hark! A Vagrant: Julius Caesar part two.
"Dear friends... today is the day the Clown cried. And he cries not for the passing of one man, but for the death of a dream. The dream that he would someday taste the ultimate victory over his hated enemy. For it was the Batman who made me the happy soul I am today. How I agonized over the perfect way to thank him for that. Perhaps with a cyanide Pie in the Face? Or an exploding whoopie-cushion, playfully planted in the Batmobile? But those dreams were dashed by the weaselly little gunsel sitting there in our midst. The cowardly, insignificant gonif who probably got lucky when Batman slipped on the slime trail this LOSER left behind him! This mound of diseased hyena filth who's NOT FIT TO LICK THE DIRT FROM MY SPATS!... But I Digress. The time for sorrow has passed. It's time to look ahead, to a future filled with smiles. And I'll be smiling again just as soon as we take that man THERE... and slap him in that box THERE... (points to Batman's coffin)... and roll it into that vat of acid THERE!"
— Joker, Batman: The Animated Series, "The Man Who Killed Batman"
Lilah: (imaginary) Oh, well. Too late for me. Let's just get it over with. That body's not gonna dismember itself, you know.
Wesley: I'm sorry, Lilah.
Lilah: Oh, Wes, we don't have that word in our vocabulary. Not people like you and—
(Wesley swings his axe at the body, decapitating it)
Wesley: I'm sorry, Lilah.
Lilah: Oh, Wes, we don't have that word in our vocabulary. Not people like you and—
(Wesley swings his axe at the body, decapitating it)
—Angel, "Salvage"
Budd: ...So, now you ain't gonna have to face your enemy on the battlefield no more, which "R" you filled with: Relief or Regret?
Elle Driver: A little bit of both.
Budd: Horseshit. I'm sure you do feel a little bit of both. But I know damn well you feel one more than you feel the other. The question was, which one?
Elle Driver: ...Regret.
(Later, after the Black Mamba bites Budd)
Elle Driver: Now, in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left, let me answer the question you asked earlier more thoroughly. Right at this moment, the biggest "R" I feel is Regret. Regret that maybe the greatest warrior I have ever known met her end at the hands of a bushwhackin', scrub, alky piece of shit like you. That woman deserved better.
Elle Driver: A little bit of both.
Budd: Horseshit. I'm sure you do feel a little bit of both. But I know damn well you feel one more than you feel the other. The question was, which one?
Elle Driver: ...Regret.
(Later, after the Black Mamba bites Budd)
Elle Driver: Now, in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left, let me answer the question you asked earlier more thoroughly. Right at this moment, the biggest "R" I feel is Regret. Regret that maybe the greatest warrior I have ever known met her end at the hands of a bushwhackin', scrub, alky piece of shit like you. That woman deserved better.
"Believe it or not, I'm going to miss him too."
Slash: I miss Bob!
Hack: WHAT!
Slash: Bob always stopped us before we could do anything really bad. Now nobody does.
Hack: Hey, I never thought of it like that before.
Hack: WHAT!
Slash: Bob always stopped us before we could do anything really bad. Now nobody does.
Hack: Hey, I never thought of it like that before.
— ReBoot
"It reminds me of the time my dog actually caught a squirrel, after all those years of trying...He looked sad. Like he'd ruined something for himself."
—John Stewart, Green Lantern
Dee Jay: (upon learning that Guile had died) That's great news, General! Congratulations!
Bison: On the contrary, I mourn.
Dee Jay: (at a loss) OK...
Bison: I was hoping to face Guile personally on the battlefield, one gentleman warrior to another, in respectful combat. Then I would snap his spine. Ah, the road not taken...
Bison: On the contrary, I mourn.
Dee Jay: (at a loss) OK...
Bison: I was hoping to face Guile personally on the battlefield, one gentleman warrior to another, in respectful combat. Then I would snap his spine. Ah, the road not taken...
Charles Xavier did more for mutantkind than you will ever know. My single greatest regret is that he had to die for our dream to live.
—Magneto, X-Men: The Last Stand
Is this what happens to us? A life of conflict with no time for friends...So that when it is done, only our enemies leave roses.
— Rorschach, Watchmen
"I've hated his name for almost 30 years. I've dreamt of the moment when I would finally see him stripped of his rank and title - when he would suddenly find himself without a friend in the world, without the power of his birthright...Well, I've had that moment now - and I took no joy from it."
— Martok, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine ("Once More Unto The Breach")
I've wanted to kill Aquaman my whole adult life. And then for a brief moment, I thought he was dead. It...was awful. I can't kill Aquaman because then I would have nothing to live for.
— Black Manta, Suicide Squad
"In a strange way, you come to like your enemies rather better than your friends."
"There was a kind of sadness. The finality of it hit me pretty hard and it was Christmastime, and holiday time, and I felt that a friend was hurt — and I wasn't happy about that."
—George H. W. Bush, on the resignation of Mikhail Gorbachev and the end of the Soviet Union
He has beaten me completely. First by his own actions, and then through his son's. And what has he left for me here?
How? How could you die like that? HOW, Kakarott? I'll...never have the chance to prove my strength against you! You died without fear - what does that make of me?
I am no warrior, and I will never fight again.
How? How could you die like that? HOW, Kakarott? I'll...never have the chance to prove my strength against you! You died without fear - what does that make of me?
I am no warrior, and I will never fight again.
— Vegeta, Dragon Ball Z
"Farewell, Sonic, my admirable adversary."
— Dr. Eggman, Sonic Adventure 2, note
"We regret the deaths of the creators."
— Geth Prime, Mass Effect 3
I told you to leave! [Sob]
— High Priestess Kilnara after killing a player, World of Warcraft: Cataclysm
"Thank you for everything, Mr. Iwata."
King Dedede: It's all our fault!
Escargoon: Forgive us, Kirby! That prank was His Majesty's idea, but I was the one who came up with the time bomb part! For once, I wish I weren't so brilliant!
King Dedede: Now I wish you was as dumb as me!
Escargoon: If only that were possible...
Escargoon: Forgive us, Kirby! That prank was His Majesty's idea, but I was the one who came up with the time bomb part! For once, I wish I weren't so brilliant!
King Dedede: Now I wish you was as dumb as me!
Escargoon: If only that were possible...
—Kirby: Right Back at Ya!, D'Preciation Day
Taftani battlefields are easy to spot: nothing is left alive, the sand is fused into glass, and blackened husks of once-beautiful hand-crafted items are strewn about like so much refuse. Two other things commonly seen at the site of a Taftani conflict: a weeping mage and the charred remains of his opponent.
Other mages who stumble onto such sights are at a loss to explain the situation, but the gist of the situation is generally something like this: Imru al-Qays and Tarafa al-Mutazzi are old acquaintances. They know each other from haram gatherings where they have drunk wine together and discussed the generally grim state of the world. They meet while pursuing similar but slightly conflicting goals, they argue briefly and then explode into combat - more out of knee-jerk competitiveness and love of conflict than from any true malice. Tarafa blasts Imru to cinders and after a brief moment of delight and flaring ego, Tarafa al-Mutazzi suddenly realizes that he has just killed one of the few people who understands Asha as he does, whom he might also have called a friend under slightly different circumstances. He weeps and laments his rash behaviour; he subsequently composes elegies to his dead opponent and writes a great deal of poetry addressing the folly of slaying members of one's own tribe. He spends the next month in a horrible mood and therafter forgets about the whole experience as much as he is able.
—Mage: The Ascension - Lost Paths
The Flash: "Stop calling me that, Whiz. I'm just the Flash now."
Weather Wizard: "So the rumor's true? The first one...passed on?"
The Flash: "Yeah."
Weather Wizard: "I'm sorry, Kid. You may not believe that, but I'm sorry."
The Flash: "For the moment, I'll choose to believe it."
Weather Wizard: "So the rumor's true? The first one...passed on?"
The Flash: "Yeah."
Weather Wizard: "I'm sorry, Kid. You may not believe that, but I'm sorry."
The Flash: "For the moment, I'll choose to believe it."
"You can't really be dead! I never told you this before, but I love you! What am I gonna do without you!? You were my whole reason to live! How could you do this to me!? I hate you -- No, I don't! I DON'T! I'M SORRY — Please don't leave me, Lupin!"
— Inspector Zenigata, Lupin III: Part II
I think that the Yamadas will miss you now that you are gone.
— Mister Mosquito, 2nd Year Ending
For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead,
I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin - I draw near,
Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin - I draw near,
Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
— "Reconciliation", Walt Whitman
"The prison siren is giving Superman a final salute!... He was my worthiest foe! It seems crazy...But I'm going to miss our duels of wits!"
In the seas of Wano, above the skies of Onigashima, a colossal dragon cursed up a literal storm. His mile-long length of sinuous, war-torn scales and coils tore through thunderclouds as fast as they formed, the lightning breaking against his armored skin and failing to dull the feelings in his heart. Winds howled in time with the Beast King, thunder roared as he roared, and lightning screeched across the air with his every vocalization.[...]
As the Beast King whipped about in a frenzy, the winds howled, thunder roared and lightning screeched…
And throughout it all, the heavens wept.
[...]
As tragic and terrifying as it was, Charlotte ‘Big Mom’ Linlin’s constant rampages through her domain had gained an air of predictability. Terrifying though they were, you learned to spot the signs in advance. Sacrifices had to be made if one expected to live in paradise, and in Totland, those sacrifices consisted of a month of life for every six, one’s own bodyweight in food, and the random whims and rampages of their ‘benevolent’ overlord.
So when the matriarchal Emperor whipped herself into a frenzy, screeching high and low for sakenote , her children and underlings alike leapt to their routine roles: half acted to mitigate and contain the damage of their ruler’s madness, while the other half sought out her current cravings. For a mercy, her present one was common enough, and a sufficiently sizable cask was filled and brought before her.
Totland heaved a sigh of relief as one as Linlin downed the liquid.
And that relief morphed into more panic when Linlin went right back to screeching, still demanding that sake be brought to her.
At the expense of no small amount of lives, cask after cask was filled and brought within perilous grabbing distance of the titanic woman, and she downed them all, one after another.
But not one of them, no matter the vintage or the quantity, served to slake her unholy thirst.
And so, the inhabitants of Totland resigned themselves to drastic measures: Whole Cake Island was evacuated, and the citizens of Totland could only watch as their ruler—their mother, in many cases—burned herself out.
And in the days it took before she finally subsided, they could only listen as she cried out that the sake, for whatever reason, did not taste right. That it didn’t taste the same at all.
As the Beast King whipped about in a frenzy, the winds howled, thunder roared and lightning screeched…
And throughout it all, the heavens wept.
[...]
As tragic and terrifying as it was, Charlotte ‘Big Mom’ Linlin’s constant rampages through her domain had gained an air of predictability. Terrifying though they were, you learned to spot the signs in advance. Sacrifices had to be made if one expected to live in paradise, and in Totland, those sacrifices consisted of a month of life for every six, one’s own bodyweight in food, and the random whims and rampages of their ‘benevolent’ overlord.
So when the matriarchal Emperor whipped herself into a frenzy, screeching high and low for sakenote , her children and underlings alike leapt to their routine roles: half acted to mitigate and contain the damage of their ruler’s madness, while the other half sought out her current cravings. For a mercy, her present one was common enough, and a sufficiently sizable cask was filled and brought before her.
Totland heaved a sigh of relief as one as Linlin downed the liquid.
And that relief morphed into more panic when Linlin went right back to screeching, still demanding that sake be brought to her.
At the expense of no small amount of lives, cask after cask was filled and brought within perilous grabbing distance of the titanic woman, and she downed them all, one after another.
But not one of them, no matter the vintage or the quantity, served to slake her unholy thirst.
And so, the inhabitants of Totland resigned themselves to drastic measures: Whole Cake Island was evacuated, and the citizens of Totland could only watch as their ruler—their mother, in many cases—burned herself out.
And in the days it took before she finally subsided, they could only listen as she cried out that the sake, for whatever reason, did not taste right. That it didn’t taste the same at all.
— This Bites!, Kaido and Big Mom reacting to Whitebeard's death.
"As many of you know, Madeline and I were bitter rivals. But I've come to realize she held a special place in my life. No one challenged me like she did; or made me feel as alive. Our relationship was like an epic chess match... and it's hard to believe that... she'll never make another move. [...] So, she is gone, and I wish she were not. I will miss you, Madeline Wuntch."
—Raymond Holt, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, "Ding Dong"
