[Well, shit, Hughie thinks, as Homelander pulls him in by his shirt. So this is how he dies. Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool. He starts silently praying to every deity he knows, even fictional ones.
Part of him wishes he'd just taken Vought's money and moved on with his life; he and his dad could have found something better for themselves, couldn't they?
Or maybe he was always going to end up here like this; alone and at the mercy of Homelander.]
Sure?
[He squeaks out, as if he actually has a choice in the matter. But he isn't dead yet so, positive? He'll take what he can get, at this point.]
Sorry this is so late! Thank you for your patience. <3.
Part of him wishes he'd just taken Vought's money and moved on with his life; he and his dad could have found something better for themselves, couldn't they?
Or maybe he was always going to end up here like this; alone and at the mercy of Homelander.]
Sure?
[He squeaks out, as if he actually has a choice in the matter. But he isn't dead yet so, positive? He'll take what he can get, at this point.]
Uh. How far are we from Vought, exactly?