Again, like an echo, his emotions running wild, panic just under the surface. Jon knows, and for one bright, sharp moment, Homelander thinks about burning it all to dust. All of them; the welcomed and the prisoners, the thorneans that stand around frozen in time. Of just letting his lasers rush over everyone and-
Then what? He's be stuck here, alone. No one to talk to, no one to make his food or make that soft noise of sympathy when he needs it the most.
But for that one moment, it's almost too clear. How it would look if he just barbecued them all.
He blinks back tears, mouth working soundlessly for a second, eyes riveted on Jon's mouth. "Who knows, Jon?"
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Again, like an echo, his emotions running wild, panic just under the surface. Jon knows, and for one bright, sharp moment, Homelander thinks about burning it all to dust. All of them; the welcomed and the prisoners, the thorneans that stand around frozen in time. Of just letting his lasers rush over everyone and-
Then what? He's be stuck here, alone. No one to talk to, no one to make his food or make that soft noise of sympathy when he needs it the most.
But for that one moment, it's almost too clear. How it would look if he just barbecued them all.
He blinks back tears, mouth working soundlessly for a second, eyes riveted on Jon's mouth. "Who knows, Jon?"