[Watching him kill Zod would just make her ache for him. She'd done the exact same thing; been pushed to the point that it was a necessity. She hadn't wanted to. He'd made her a killer once before, and it broke her a little that she had to do it of her own volition this time, no one to hide behind. She would have felt that pain and understood it.
Watching him die? That... might have broken her. The idea of losing him was always on the fringe of her mind, and the possibility that there was some place, some time out there where he'd been lost... That was the cruelest thing life could offer.
But all of that was preferable to what he might have seen of hers. She'd already had one person see her at one of her worst moments. Someone she wasn't that close to, despite how close they'd gotten. Having Clark see what Brock had... That would be a moment she didn't think she could stomach. Having him look at her after that would just hurt. Judging her. Sympathizing. Whatever he'd feel, it would grate at her. So she could be thankful, all things considered, that this was the worst of it. So far.]
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Watching him die? That... might have broken her. The idea of losing him was always on the fringe of her mind, and the possibility that there was some place, some time out there where he'd been lost... That was the cruelest thing life could offer.
But all of that was preferable to what he might have seen of hers. She'd already had one person see her at one of her worst moments. Someone she wasn't that close to, despite how close they'd gotten. Having Clark see what Brock had... That would be a moment she didn't think she could stomach. Having him look at her after that would just hurt. Judging her. Sympathizing. Whatever he'd feel, it would grate at her. So she could be thankful, all things considered, that this was the worst of it. So far.]
You were a cute little shit, you know that?