Homelander slowly curled up on the cold sofa, wrapping his arms tightly around his legs and huddling into a ball.
Whenever he thought of how close he had just come to death, of how he had been invincible for decades only to be crushed so easily and toyed with at will, hot tears welled uncontrollably in his eyes.
The great Homelander, the strongest in the world, who stood above everyone and whom no one dared provoke, now looked like a helpless, fragile child.
Overwhelming panic completely consumed his mind.
For the first time, he wanted to run, to escape the coldness of Vought and escape Solomon, whose unfathomable power filled him with dread.
But he had nowhere to go.
He had no family, no place to call home, no friends. In this vast world, his only bond, his only relative, was his son Ryan.
If he fled Vought, he could only take Ryan into hiding under assumed names, spending the rest of their lives on the run, hiding and wandering, forever living in shadow and fear.
He could never bear to make his only child live such a wretched, lowly life, never seeing the light of day.
Resentment, hurt, fear, despair-countless emotions tangled together, brutally tearing at his heart.
Why had things turned out this way?
He was Homelander, the strongest Supe, unrivaled and invincible in this world!
He should have remained forever above everyone, controlling everything, with no one able to defy or oppose him!
Yet now he lived in such humiliation and terror, unable even to control his own life.
The overwhelming sense of injustice broke through his last defenses. He abruptly buried his face between his legs, clenched his teeth, and desperately suppressed the sobs in his throat, not daring to make a sound.
He could not