Homelander looked back in displeasure and clicked his tongue.
Ever since this old bastard had been thawed out, he had kept suspecting something was wrong with Homelander's sexual orientation. It was infuriating.
Homelander ignored him and addressed the man before him, his expression dark. "Black Noir, you actually dared to come back?!"
His Super Smell had picked up the familiar scent several minutes earlier.
Everyone froze.
Black Noir?
Why was that member of the Seven, who had disappeared so long ago, here?
Maeve sat up straight in disbelief. She had always thought Homelander had secretly disposed of Black Noir.
But the man before her looked far too young and fresh-faced. Black Noir was from the same era as Soldier Boy. He should have been an old man.
Black Noir lowered his head. "John..."
At that name, Homelander's pupils trembled slightly. His father had been telling the truth. Private Angel really had cured Black Noir.
The next second, Homelander's gaze became impossibly conflicted.
Murderous intent, anger, pain, and a trace of hurt that even he refused to acknowledge.
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Homelander asked through gritted teeth.
Black Noir bowed his head even lower. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" Homelander gave a false smile. "I used to think you were the only person in this world who wouldn't lie to me. I called you my brother for over a decade, and you lied to me for over a decade."
Black Noir stiffened. It hurt worse than a beating from Soldier Boy.
He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but decades of silence had left him hopelessly clumsy with words. He had no idea how to begin expressing all the guilt in his heart.
Homelander put his hands behind his back. "Tell me, what exactly have you seen me as all