[ (Something he hasn't really talked about with anyone is the great disappointment — betrayal, even — that he felt when Maeve first began to pull away. She was the closest thing he'd ever had to an equal; she'd been supposed to understand their lot, to understand him. But she hates him, now. He knows that, even if he isn't fully willing to accept it.
But Set is like him, too.) ]
of course i see it. i can smell it. the fear. it's why they take the game so seriously.
i don't know what they're going to do when it's over.
Yes, you do. [ He knows that you do, Homelander! ] They are going to forget.
Mortals have short memories, after all. They are going to forget that what they could do now is not forever. Watch, Homelander. When I finally leave this cell, not one of them will take me seriously. They will remember themselves as those who held enough power to — what? to vote me into a cell?
It's not as if they could do it with their own hands.
But, they'll forget. And they'll continue to think they accomplished something, the way they would think the same of you you the moment they forget that your power continues on after the game.
[ As he reads, the anger and resentment coiled in his chest splits in two, the serpent growing another head as he seethes both at this place for robbing him of what ought to be his birthright and at its occupants for perceiving him like this, for thinking themselves powerful.
After a long pause (spent pacing the confines of his room, wondering just how much of this place he could destroy before blacking out): ]
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But Set is like him, too.) ]
of course i see it. i can smell it. the fear. it's why they take the game so seriously.
i don't know what they're going to do when it's over.
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Mortals have short memories, after all. They are going to forget that what they could do now is not forever. Watch, Homelander. When I finally leave this cell, not one of them will take me seriously. They will remember themselves as those who held enough power to — what? to vote me into a cell?
It's not as if they could do it with their own hands.
But, they'll forget. And they'll continue to think they accomplished something, the way they would think the same of you you the moment they forget that your power continues on after the game.
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After a long pause (spent pacing the confines of his room, wondering just how much of this place he could destroy before blacking out): ]
after the game. we'll talk then.
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