I love how torn Deadpool is about about his place in life, and his place on the moral compass. It's awesome how the writers don't cop out and just make him go all goody-goody either. They juxtapose Ajax and Killbrew as counter-examples in there, too. One actually sought to redeem himself, the other chose to slip all the way down into the abyss. Reminds me in a lot of ways of Conrad's Heart of Darkness. Oh, and the way that DP fulfills his role as a savior by blowing away the bringer of bliss, and essentially closing the story as a merc all along (he fills his role by being a merc in the employ of the Ls) is beautiful. The art wasn't always great, being in that over-exaggerated giant-hands-and-feet late 90s style, but otherwise, awesome.
