[Hughie blinks, taking a moment to process that he hasn't instantly been lasered to death and appreciate it. Vague echoes of the ringing in his ears still linger, additional aftermath of the absolute blood bath surrounding him, and he doubts he'll ever really be able to wash the blood off his hands; not entirely.
He lets the denotator drop to the floor, defeated. Whatever is going to happen next, he's screwed, no matter how it turns out. He's not going to die heaping blame on anyone else for his own choices, though; that, he's determined.]
No. I was supposed to be watching him, and I...I chose to trigger the denotator. It was me.
[As much as he wants to actually shrink into his own skin, he levels his gaze with Homelander as he speaks. He might not hold any self-preservation instincts, but he's not going to die a liar.]
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He lets the denotator drop to the floor, defeated. Whatever is going to happen next, he's screwed, no matter how it turns out. He's not going to die heaping blame on anyone else for his own choices, though; that, he's determined.]
No. I was supposed to be watching him, and I...I chose to trigger the denotator. It was me.
[As much as he wants to actually shrink into his own skin, he levels his gaze with Homelander as he speaks. He might not hold any self-preservation instincts, but he's not going to die a liar.]