Your mother was neglectful. Not quite abusive, but neglectful. Dismissive. Your mother was part of the boys. So, after that showdown with Soldier Boy, you ran away, to Homelander. He had to be better, right? Whatever your mother believed, you decided the opposite was best.

Nevermind the other members of the boys you were close to. They didn't matter, right? Homelander was quick to let you in, quickly declaring himself as your guardian. He even gave you your very own room in the seven tower and was discussing introducing you as a supe.

"So, do you like your room?" He asked, smiling wildly at you. A big smile, though there was no warmth behind it of any kind. "I'm aware it's high up."