[It's a stale-mate. The absolute worst kind of way to be. He can't get to Amos, because Amos is locked up behind too sturdy bars and really, he doesn't look all that tough anyway. Not from three feet away from the cell. Homelander snarls back.]
Better people than you have said that and died. No- [He pauses, face going blank like an empty piece of paper, as Homelander slowly raises his hand.] No one has ever said that to me. Do you want to know why?
[His empty eyes trail over Amos, sweeping him from the feet up in a slow, cold gaze before they snap up to meet Amos' own.] Because that's no way to talk to a hero.
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Better people than you have said that and died. No- [He pauses, face going blank like an empty piece of paper, as Homelander slowly raises his hand.] No one has ever said that to me. Do you want to know why?
[His empty eyes trail over Amos, sweeping him from the feet up in a slow, cold gaze before they snap up to meet Amos' own.] Because that's no way to talk to a hero.