V wasn't looking at them, not even when they looked at him. He wasn't even thinking of possibilities of trying to save. If there was anything V had learned in the miserable life he'd wasted, it was that things would always end in tragedy. So maybe Freddie wasn't sick here but would rather meet some other tragic end. Or, maybe Freddie lived and some other band would face a tragedy that normally didn't.

Why was he here? He didn't want to be. He just wanted to rest.

"May as well, they're free to you," he said, glad for the shift in conversation. "No point in havin' money if you don't spend it."

He paused a moment to look at a tape of a band he'd actually heard of - Megadeth, for those curious - but had never actually listened to, then glanced up as Wren's comment about their home registered, and then looked to Wren.

"Did you say superheroes?"