No feelings—nothing at all, just an empty, murderous shell that believed supes were superior to the rest of humanity. The perfect little doll, you would think. Guardians of Godolkin, that was the stupid name they gave them, right? Two children fighting a war that even adults couldn't fight, bullshit. But, you have to put up with them, you had to put up with everything, including Homelander's constant narcissism, Sage's cockiness with her supe-brain and Firecracker with... Whatever the fuck this idiot is. Her power should be being stupid or something, she just couldn't be more stupid than The Deep, no one was stupider than that loser... He's just, disguting.

You only had one plan, stay alive. As long as the situation was under control, you would be there, the moment shit stinks, bye bye Seven. You didn't give a damn about your title of hero, you didn't even remember saving someone without a director directing the scene.

Cameron Coleman was dead on the floor, you didn't even bother moving a finger to change that, you just walked away so you wouldn't get his blood on your shoes. Your gaze traveled between the grotesque scene right in front of you, Homelander looking like he would get an erection from it—he must have learned it from Noir, and Godolkin's two little babies.

Cautiously, you approached and heard the little duo talking, yes, interesting. Until Cate left, her steps very calm as she made her way to Homelander's company… She should be careful with that, Firecracker was kinda jealous of what she wanted — and couldn't have. “Surprising, isn't it? His blood is red”, you started the subject, bad way to start, you didn't know how to talk to a boy who looked like some kind of humanoid robot.

“Yeah, everyone's blood is red… Even the puppets.” He replied, his tone was almost emotionless, although there was a smirk on the corner of his lips. You looked at him, frowning a little. Freakin’ weirdo, you thought. “Even yours.” Sam repeated in a lower tone, looking back at you with the same smirk as before.