The clock of time that kept everything in the world moving seemed to have stopped.
A-Train's vision was filled with Soldier Boy's murderously furious face.
Shit, was he lashing out because we saw through him?
A-Train's heart sank. He instinctively glanced at Black Noir, who was still staring up at the sky, looking utterly dejected, as though his future held no promise.
Who wouldn't be dejected after being targeted by Soldier Boy's perverse tastes?
"S-sir, what are you talking about?" A-Train forced himself to stay calm, trying to play dumb and bluff his way through.
Soldier Boy advanced another few steps. "Don't fucking play dumb. Homelander told me everything. You'd better come clean."
His aggressive manner left A-Train at a complete loss. He looked pleadingly at Maeve, hoping she could help him out.
Maeve felt a headache coming on too. She covered her forehead, signaling that A-Train was on his own.
She couldn't think of a good solution right then.
Left with no choice, A-Train sighed deeply, his muscular frame quickly shrinking in on itself a little.
He began cautiously, "Sir, people are actually very open-minded these days, so from a social standpoint, your situation is something the general public can accept. You don't need to feel burdened by it."
Soldier Boy's face darkened further.
What the fuck was he even talking about?
His fists clenched with an audible creak. He badly wanted to step forward and deliver one satisfying punch to A-Train's black face, but the claw wounds on A-Train's neck were still oozing blood. He counted as wounded, which made him easy to kill.
I'll hold back for now.
As A-Train spoke, he noticed something was off about Soldier Boy and grew even more flustered.
He was practically incoherent. "Sir, even in the worst-case scenario, even if society