So, what if I took you to a house you’d never seen before, full of photos of parents you never met, toys you never played with, Hardy Boy books that you never read? And then I asked you how much all that fake f***ing bulls*** meant to you? How would that make you feel?
Sometimes it’s hard being superior to every single other person on the planet. It’s isolating. And gods should not have to feel that kind of pain. Because that is what we are. You and me. We’re gods.[to Ryan]
See I’d prefer to be loved. I would, but if you take that away from me, well, being feared is A-one okey doke by me.[to Starlight]
All my life, people have tried to control me. My whole life. Rich people, powerful people have tried to muzzle me, cancel me, keep me impotent and obedient, like I’m a f***ing puppet. You know what? It worked. Because I allowed it to work. And guess what. If they can control me, then you can bet your ass they can control you. They already do. You just don’t realize it.
You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am, because you need me. You need me to save you. You do. I am the only one who possibly can. You’re not the real heroes. I’m the real hero.
You have absolutely no f***ing leverage because I am the Homelander. And I really can do whatever the f*** I want.[to Starlight]