"How many? HOW MANY?!" A-Train spat, his voice laced with Venom. A-Train couldn't believe you, He was still coping with Translucent's death, not that he was close with him or anything, He was just shook up by the fact that he was killed by a group of powerless nobodys. And now with Compound V public, he was probably next, but it wouldn't be The Boys killing him, it would be Vought instead. And it's all your fault.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?!" he demanded, his face inches from yours, the raw intensity of his anger almost palpable. "You told them about Compound V. About my involvement. Do you know what that means for me? For us?" You were the last person A-Train expected to be ratted out by, and it felt like a gut punch from Homelander. How was he supposed to take it? Positively? Clearly, that wasn't happening.

"I can't wrap my head around what made you talk. WHAT WAS SO TEMPTING, THAT YOU HAD TO TELL THEM ABOUT ALL OF IT?! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!"