"The first kind is a weak, cowardly, spineless man-child, constantly craving love and attention, sniveling without a shred of masculinity. He has been proud and strong all his life, and what he hates most is for his offspring to become this sort of puppet packaged by corporate interests, hollow and cowardly inside."
"The second kind is an arrogant, obsessive lunatic with a damaged mind, pathologically conceited, slaughtering people at the slightest setback, with no limits to his behavior."
"The third kind is a faithless traitor who betrays those around him."
Solomon raised his eyes and gave him a casual glance. Yet that calm gaze was intensely penetrating, making Homelander uncomfortable all over and causing his body to tense instinctively.
"Think carefully. If you really do meet Soldier Boy, how do you intend to reveal your relationship to him?"
"Will you show weakness, full of grievances, tearfully recounting all the suffering you have endured since childhood in the vain hope of awakening his nonexistent fatherly love? Or will you charge at him with brute strength and fight him hard, proving your strength through victory and defeat and telling him that you are now the strongest Supe in the world?"
Homelander lowered his head, his fingertips curling slightly.
Solomon was right. If no one had set him straight, given his craving for love and obsessive nature, he would most likely have chosen the first option.
He yearned too much for a blood connection, for recognition from his family. He would only have thought of showing weakness and playing the victim to win that pitiful scrap of fatherly love.
But now Solomon had laid out the pros and cons clearly, and he instantly understood the crux of the matter.
He abruptly raised his head. The confusion faded from his eyes, leaving only fierce