"If souls aren't real, then what part of you is all this," she says, circling her hand in a gesture towards him. Because it's not his body; that's probably rotting in a shallow grave somewhere.

And she'd like to tell him that she's only here because of some sort of processing error, but Annie knows that's not true. She also knows that, as much as she'd like to think she's better than Homelander, everything about this indicates that she isn't.

That's a particularly bitter pill to swallow but one she's going to have to make some sort of uncomfortable peace with.

"I do think that God probably throws an inferior Halloween party."