[ I know, Alia says, and Homelander believes her. (He doesn't, often — I know has typically been, in his experience, the territory of suck-ups, of those who claim understanding without even beginning to think about whether or not it's the truth.) So the thought closes itself like a parenthetical, opened and ended.
His features are quick to shift at her question — as though there'd been no strange equilibrium between them just moments before — practically answering it before the words, ] Jesus, no, [ leave his mouth. ]
Why would I ever want to be ordinary?
[ And maybe it's a little hypocritical, given the fact that he'd just asked her essentially the same thing while expecting a different response, but— they're not the same person, nor of the same mind. She wouldn't look at him the way she does if they were.
Still frowning, he looks down at Alia, moving more damp strands of her hair to shift it into a middle part. ]
Is that the way it works? You stop hearing the voices, you can't use the Voice anymore?
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His features are quick to shift at her question — as though there'd been no strange equilibrium between them just moments before — practically answering it before the words, ] Jesus, no, [ leave his mouth. ]
Why would I ever want to be ordinary?
[ And maybe it's a little hypocritical, given the fact that he'd just asked her essentially the same thing while expecting a different response, but— they're not the same person, nor of the same mind. She wouldn't look at him the way she does if they were.
Still frowning, he looks down at Alia, moving more damp strands of her hair to shift it into a middle part. ]
Is that the way it works? You stop hearing the voices, you can't use the Voice anymore?