Locke (Earth-7639)

"You can't handle the truth! You believe in this fairy tale of the Chosen, but we live in a real world, and a very fucking shitty one. We build this damn city to protect us from those who betrayed us and those goddamn aliens. This city is the last bastion of humanity, and it has to be guarded by men with guns. Men and women who each day give their lives to ensure you, other captains and the Council sits your asses safely each day. I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You cry for Dante, you believe in fucking magic and prophecies, and you curse the Military, you tell I'm incompetent. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of sitting comfortably with your crew going everywhere while we stay here and protect our kind. You don't know, however, that Dante's possible death, while tragic, saved millions of lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, is saving millions of lives right now. So, no, I won't quit being a "jackass" if that means I will keep doing my job."

- - Locke to Prometheus