Coraline's voice is quiet, firm, but her hand is shaking a little when she reaches to take Jon's hand, squeezes it a bit too tightly so her smooth-worn bark fingers end up pinching his skin.
"Stop it." She doesn't tug at him, but there's an intense edge to her eyes: there's no fear in them, but only because adrenaline and willpower are holding it firmly at bay. "We need to go. Now."
Her gaze flicks to Homelander, looking pathetic and defeated; she doesn't miss that he's crying. "He's not going to stop us."
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Coraline's voice is quiet, firm, but her hand is shaking a little when she reaches to take Jon's hand, squeezes it a bit too tightly so her smooth-worn bark fingers end up pinching his skin.
"Stop it." She doesn't tug at him, but there's an intense edge to her eyes: there's no fear in them, but only because adrenaline and willpower are holding it firmly at bay. "We need to go. Now."
Her gaze flicks to Homelander, looking pathetic and defeated; she doesn't miss that he's crying. "He's not going to stop us."