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The door groaned inward, revealing the faded figure of Mr. Marathon, a living ghost of The Seven. Behind him, the tacky sprawl of his McMansion was a shrine to his failures, every wall plastered with posters of forgotten box-office bombs. His eyes flickered between Homelander and Soldier Boy, a nervous tremor in his hands. "Homelander. Soldier Boy. you." He licked his lips. "Uh. Really good to see you." The air turned thick and heavy as he stepped back, the unspoken disgust from the two legends making the space feel small. He led the way inside, a desperate, frantic pride the only thing holding his composure together.