[The god of technology. Oh, okay. That gets an honest laugh out of Homelander.
Not that he doesn't believe the guy -- there's a special kind of snottiness to him that makes it an easy sell, but still. What the fuck.]
Well, if you're a god, then why are you getting so worked up?
[There's no way out of this room without paying their dues, and it doesn't matter what marvels of strength, magic or technology they can cook up. Pain is the only currency they accept here.
And just on cue, a thin cut slices across his chest, staining his t-shirt. He stifles a hiss between his teeth, some of the smugness on his face replaced with irritation.]
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Not that he doesn't believe the guy -- there's a special kind of snottiness to him that makes it an easy sell, but still. What the fuck.]
Well, if you're a god, then why are you getting so worked up?
[There's no way out of this room without paying their dues, and it doesn't matter what marvels of strength, magic or technology they can cook up. Pain is the only currency they accept here.
And just on cue, a thin cut slices across his chest, staining his t-shirt. He stifles a hiss between his teeth, some of the smugness on his face replaced with irritation.]