Rahne’s son: …wait…it…no, it…are…are you…?
Rahne: It is. It’s me, muh sweet boy. It’s yuir…yuir ma…Ah’m so sorry. Ah’m so…Ah…There’s no excuse for what ah did. None. But Ah swear…Ah’ll never leave ye again. We’ll always be together.
MARY JANE (V.O.): The robber whimpered and pleaded in supplication, but it did no good. Spider-Man is very concerned with the safety of innocents—At least, that’s how it seemed. We couldn’t see the fight, but we could hear it. The outcome was never in doubt.
SPIDER-MAN: All right, citizens, it’s over. Your lives can resume their normal, law-abiding course. By the way, miss… you are easily the most stunning creature on the face of this hapless, little planet.
MARY JANE/JAMESON: We know.
A spy, not a soldier…
We all burn. We burn in fire. We burn in blood. We burn in dreams. And it never ends.
Dreams never end. You would not want them to. Not if it means forgetting. You can never forget. You, who are all that is left. So remember: We are born in fire. Again and again. You would live it all, again. No matter how much it hurts. When it hurts, you know you are alive. And you know as long as you live, they live. And when you die, they die. You are the inheritor of memories.