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It's shittier. It's not power. It's punishment. You don't deserve none of it.

What, and you do?

Don't blame Vicky.

I don't. If there's one thing I taught her, it was to play all sides. She's more like me than I ever imagined. But I am curious. What did you give her?

A little respect, Stan. Something you should've given me.

What good would that do? Where would it even go but to the bottomless, gaping pit of insecurity you call a soul?

I used to be intimidated by you. I did. And now I look at you, I'm just... I have no idea why. Truly. You're not even pathetic. You're just nothing.

Then why are you still here, looking for my approval like I'm your daddy? And even if I were, what would there be to approve of?

The company is yours. No one left to stand up to you. But I think you'll come to sorely regret that.

And why is that?

Because there's no one left to cover for you, either. Eventually, probably soon, the world will recognize you for the pitiful disappointment you are. You are not worthy of my respect. You are not a God. You are simply bad product.

With great power comes the absolute certainty that you'll turn into a right cunt.

Supersonic trusted you, and you got him killed.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You fucking coward. Why are you so desperate to be with people who hate you?

You think it really was Edgar and the mayor? Trying to fuck with me? Make me look ridiculous?

Or maybe you're just a paranoid, malignant narcissist who thinks everything is about you.

Mm, it's not paranoia if they're really out to get you, though. And you, Maeve. You're out to get me, aren't you?

if you don't draw the line somewhere, how the hell are you gonna know where you stand?

They ain't drawing no line.

Which is why we got to.

What'd you do?

I know you're never gonna forgive me but you left me no choice.

Why?

I can't draw no line, M. Not with what I got to do.

Consider it a gesture of good faith.

Good faith for what?

I was thinking that you and I could come to a little arrangement. What you lot call a team up.

I'm really glad to have you with me on this one, pal. Seriously. You're the only one I can count on.

You see, it's a whole different world out there now, son. We're here to help you find your way.

Well, I can find them on my own.

Uh, are you sure? I mean, do you know what a GPS is? Or Bluetooth? Or, I mean... the internet?

You made those words up.

No. No. No, those are real words.

You need us.

Kid's right. And all we ask in return is that you add one more name to the list.

Who?

A right cunt named Homelander.

I've seen pictures. Who is he?

He's the new you.

No one's the new me, pal. But why him?

Let's just say you're not the only one wants payback.

I think Soldier Boy is bulletproof.

This ain't for Soldier Boy.

Nicaragua wasn't our fault.

Then whose fault was it? If you tell me, maybe I'll let you go.

It was Noir. It was Noir's idea, top to bottom. He gave you to the Russians. Please.

Noir?

Yeah.

Noir wouldn't take a shit without Vought's say-so.