[ she is a strange creature, even to him. mortals should never hold the weight of memory, the way she now does — it reminds him sorely of his own soul, existence: a vast, dark sea of all he was or will be, and the "him" that presents before the eyes of all merely exists as the current wave washing upon the shores. ]
My mother, the night sky and all her stars, has always been distant to me. Compared to my siblings, I worry something happened between us to make me the same to her... as you are to yours. I do not know what that could have been, or if — this is simply how I was made.
Homelander is like us. That is why we feel so strongly towards him, I know it. I would see you both thrive, and be happy in it.
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My mother, the night sky and all her stars, has always been distant to me. Compared to my siblings, I worry something happened between us to make me the same to her... as you are to yours. I do not know what that could have been, or if — this is simply how I was made.
Homelander is like us. That is why we feel so strongly towards him, I know it. I would see you both thrive, and be happy in it.