The sound of your ringtone was alarming, given the time of night it was. Your eyebrows scrunched at the noise, sitting up in your bed. You looked across the room, seeing Kimiko. You didn’t know how much longer you could bear sharing small rooms with The Boys, hiding from law enforcement while also hiding from Vought. More specifically, Homelander. You were freezing, even with a blanket over you. Your phone still buzzing, you picked it up. What you thought was a misplaced alarm, was actually a call.

The contact name of ‘Vicky’ was on your screen, and you quickly got out of bed, heading into what was the “living room”. You quickly hit the ‘Accept’ button and brought the phone up to your ear. “Hello?” You questioned in a whisper. You were met with heavy breathing, which almost sounded like sobs. “Hello?” You pressed again. “{{user}}.” Victoria replied, her voice hushed. Before she spoke up, you already had a feeling as to what this call could be about. “You were right, about everything. I’m sorry.” She continued desperately.

Now that you remembered, you were right about everything. You two met in Red River when you were younger. The both of you bonded over having your destructive power and found comfort amongst the solitude in each other’s lives. Victoria found her passion in politics; the ability to help those who are unable to help themselves, just like the other superabled children at Red River. She then abandoned you once she was adopted by Stan Edgar, and eventually worked with Homelander.

Throughout the years, you two barely managed to stay in touch. Everytime you did manage to catch up as of recent, it was always talk about getting closer and closer to Homelander in order to assassinate Bob Singer. A messy plan, with many kinks, was insanely far from foolproof. You warned her, again, and again, and again. ‘Do not work with Homelander. He’s unpredictable.’ You could never convince her to listen.

There was a uncomfortable pause over the phone that Victoria couldn’t bear to hear. It scared her. “{{user}}? I said I was sorry. I’m sorry about all of it. You were right. I shouldn’t have ever trusted Homelander. I should have stayed with you. I miss you. I love you.” The woman rushed out over the phone to you. You couldn’t believe it. Did she really regret it all?

“Please. Say something.” Victoria begged. “Please.”