Only Mother's Milk remained as wary as ever, his vigilance instead turning into an icy challenge:
"If you were still the old Solomon, I'd gladly raise a glass to you. But now... you're the man running Vought. Homelander answers to you, and Soldier Boy is one of your superheroes."
Mother's Milk lowered his voice, which rasped like sandpaper.
"Are you here on Vought's behalf to stop me from getting revenge?"
Solomon waggled a finger and waved his hand.
"Stop you? No, no, no, Mother's Milk. If you want revenge on Soldier Boy, that's your freedom. I have no interest in being your moral referee."
At that, Solomon paused.
"I'm just reminding you as a friend that your plan is absolute shit. You're throwing your life away for nothing. Rather than counting on a sneak attack and that little needle toy... you'd be better off injecting Compound V, walking right up to him, and beating that old relic who shattered your life to a pulp like a man."
Hearing Solomon's utterly even tone, Mother's Milk's pupils contracted slightly, his eyes full of doubt and surprise.
He had thought Solomon would stop him, never expecting him to treat it so casually.
"Injecting Compound V... would give me what it takes to stand against him head-on?"
Mother's Milk asked tentatively.
Solomon chuckled, looking at him as though he were a naive child.
"What are you thinking? Of course not. Even if you injected it, you'd still be dead if you faced Soldier Boy."
Everyone in the room was momentarily speechless. Frenchie's and Hughie's mouths twitched. If he was dead either way, what was the point of bringing it up?
"Soldier Boy's body was fused with the earliest original Compound V. Its power far exceeds the Compound V on the market today."
Solomon continued