[ What happens, when the monsters can sympathize with one another? When the sympathy is not fixated upon a mutual trauma, a chink in the venerable armor, a nice and pleasing parallel that means a gentleness will find their environment.
When it is based on power, the loss of it, and identities that have been shaped by the possession of it. ]
No, we are not like them at all. It is insulting to be kept among them, as they look upon us with pity and laughter and mockery while imagining themselves secure in one another's arms.
[ He'll hold no grudge for those who voted him out, of course. They're foolish for it, drunk on their own perception of power and the execution of it.
What happens when they cannot vote someone like him ( or Homelander ) into a cell, though? What happens when it is no longer a silly little game? He is happy to see who digs their own grave. ]
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When it is based on power, the loss of it, and identities that have been shaped by the possession of it. ]
No, we are not like them at all. It is insulting to be kept among them, as they look upon us with pity and laughter and mockery while imagining themselves secure in one another's arms.
[ He'll hold no grudge for those who voted him out, of course. They're foolish for it, drunk on their own perception of power and the execution of it.
What happens when they cannot vote someone like him ( or Homelander ) into a cell, though? What happens when it is no longer a silly little game? He is happy to see who digs their own grave. ]
You see it, right?