Soldier Boy did not respond right away. He patted Jerry, who was still being carried.
"Put this big guy down first."
He gave their surroundings, which could practically be called a small forest, a cursory glance and found a relatively open clearing.
Homelander nodded, looking a little disappointed. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the villa beside the lake, unable to help feeling a little lonely.
Does Dad not really like this place?
It was as though Soldier Boy's indifference had negated all the laughter and joy they had once shared skipping stones on this lake.
With that thought in mind, Homelander fell somewhat silent. He needed the warmth of a family far too badly.
That was why he had used his glamorous identity as Homelander to overcome all manner of obstacles, acquire this land, and spend a fortune building the villa. It was simply his habitual hope that the warmth of being with his family could continue forever.
The more Homelander thought about it, the more depressed he became. Together with Soldier Boy, he lowered the still-unconscious Jerry to the ground.
Its enormous body filled the entire clearing, and that was not all-it also crushed quite a few nearby trees.
Soldier Boy clicked his tongue in wonder, sounding somewhat impressed. "God's really got some tricks, making a fucking thing like this."
"Wow, a lot of people would go crazy if that made it onto the Internet. That's downright blasphemous," Homelander replied, his spirits rather low.
Soldier Boy was unconcerned. "What's there to be afraid of? If God really exists, he'd be too magnanimous to care about something so trivial."
"True, but the point is his followers. There are huge numbers of them in the United States. With that many people, anything can happen." Homelander reached