An entire page clearly listed several names and photographs, some of them faces Homelander recognized.
Some of these people had been imprisoned because of him, some had died because of him, and others had undergone enormous upheavals in their lives because of him.
Butcher and the Blonde Girl imprisoned in the basement were listed first.
Homelander remained lost in thought for a long time, his thoughts divided in two.
One half was filled with how it had felt to be a real superhero over the past few days.
For instance, the chocolate Klee had given him still left a rich aftertaste in his mouth; that pleasant time sitting on a reef by the sea, feeling the gentle sea breeze brush his face; his long, heart-to-heart conversation with his father; and the relief of shedding his disguise and psychological restraints...
All of these things had shaped who he was now, someone committed to becoming a superhero of flesh and blood.
The other half was filled with the distress brought by a past utterly different from who he was now.
To be honest, he wanted to run away, to escape his checkered past.
Homelander would rather never have done these things, but today they lay before his eyes, like black footprints on a wall that he could not wipe clean no matter how hard he tried.
Regret for the past climbed into Homelander's heart like ivy, winding around it without leaving any room, like a cage imprisoning that restless heart.
"What right does someone like me... have to be a hero?"
Faced with his shameful past, Homelander felt somewhat lost about who he was.
Queen Maeve drew a deep breath, a sharp gleam bursting from her eyes as she asked, "Sir, what do you intend to do?"
Soldier Boy gave her an