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“Kids?” His breath caught, he dreamed of having a big family, raising them with Lois under the guidance of ma and pa. Dreams are for sleeping. “Jonathan never mentioned that.” Granted, there is plenty they never had the chance to discuss. “You’ll have forgive Damian— he might ~
His hands clasped behind his back, nodding in the direction of the city with a solemn look. He took a moment to gather himself before he began to hover. “When you’re ready.”
“Tell me about Lois and about Clark,” how he missed them both. The man he used to be was buried somewhere in the irradiated grounds of Metropolis. What remains is this shell. “I met Jon. He… he has her eyes.”
“I will not harm you.” He assures, gathering the lasso in his hands, hoping in holding it she would be able to trust in his words. He passes it back to her. “I think, you’ll understand better once you’ve seen Metropolis.”
“You don’t want to know,” His words were soft, his voice full of unspoken sorrows. Not the feared High Councillor, but the grieving man underneath, desperate to prevent another tragedy – desperate to protect the lives of innocents. He will not fail, not again.
“See yourselves to the barracks.”
The command was heeded without question, it would have been much too reckless to talk back after failing him so spectacularly. He began to fly to the hall of justice. “Tell me of your earth.”
His eyes narrow when the soldiers get up. He wasn't expecting them to be so easily recovered..
He's hesitant to superman's outstretched hand. He doesn't believe this kindness at all. But for the sake of getting home, he takes it, anyway.
He built his walls up, kept himself guarded, buried some truths so deep he did not know until he uttered. “I don’t blame you,” much as he wanted to, “I am not the man you once knew, but I swear to you on my unborn baby’s soul. Everything I am doing is to protect this world.”