"I went back and asked the people in that 'prison.'"
Wearing his cape, Homelander walked in with heavy steps. He looked at his son, who was utterly cold toward him, his expression complicated.
"I know why you're treating me like this.
Ron, you blame me, don't you?"
Over the past three days, he had confirmed Ron's relationship with him and tried to start building a friendly father-son bond with Ryan. He had not asked much else.
But Ron's attitude toward him last time made him recall that Becca's attitude whenever Ron was mentioned had seemed somewhat off.
He went back and questioned Becca again, as well as the Vought personnel disguised as neighbors to monitor them inside that damned cage. Only then did he learn about Ron's experiences growing up.
"Becca's mind can't comprehend how different and powerful we are. She saw you as a freak, and... perhaps I was partly to blame.
You grew up in an environment almost completely devoid of family affection and care."
Homelander thought Ron hated him because his childhood had lacked familial love due to him.
As Ron listened, his expression gradually darkened.
This damned bastard was starting again.
But seeing that, Homelander misunderstood even more. He became even more convinced that bringing up Ron's childhood trauma was the root of it all, and he felt a little delighted inside.
"Listen, I understand you, Ron."
Taking a deep breath, Homelander continued in a remorseful, sorrowful tone.
"I grew up in a cold laboratory. All I had was a towel. It was the only thing that made me feel warm, the only thing that belonged to me."
"No family, no concern..."
He had also had an atrocious, traumatic childhood. He wanted to use that to draw closer to Ron, then explain that his absence all