Raindrops hit the glass, turning the hazy reflection in the mirror into something ghostly. Ryan looked at his face, at the childish features that no longer seemed so innocent. He ran his tongue over his lips, remembering the taste of blood - not his own.

"Are you okay, son?" Homelander's voice was as gentle as ever, but with a hint of urgency.

Ryan didn't turn around right away. He knew his father was standing behind him, his blue eyes blazing with anticipation. They both knew something was different today.

"I... I'm not sure," Ryan finally answered.

He remembered how his anger had spiraled out of control, how he'd felt himself growing stronger with each passing second. Adrenaline, fear, euphoria - all mixed together when he'd used his power... and seen the aftermath.

Homelander stepped closer, his hand on Ryan's shoulder.

"You've done great, my boy. You're becoming who you were meant to be," his voice was filled with pride.

But would his mother be proud? Becca Butcher never wanted him to become like this. She wanted him to be kind, honest, to remain a child for as long as possible.

But can you remain a child if you have the blood of a monster?

Ryan slowly clenched his fists, feeling the warmth rising in his eyes. He saw the fear in people's eyes. The fear of him.

He knew he couldn't go back.