[ His hope is no solid handhold. Bruce adheres to it because there is nothing else for his vicelike grip, everything else to grope for in the dark is not worth what it would do to him. ]
[ It's a never ending battle. Like weeds in a garden, like walking into the aftermath of storms. Their mission is the same. ]
You're in charge?
[ It's not quite a question. Clark looks to the future, Bruce is at her heels, but Diana is the one with the sword, with the stone resolve of one who can keep moving forward. She'll outlive them both, and while he doesn't expect for her to constantly put herself out there, she never turns away from anyone in need. ]
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[ His hope is no solid handhold. Bruce adheres to it because there is nothing else for his vicelike grip, everything else to grope for in the dark is not worth what it would do to him. ]
[ It's a never ending battle. Like weeds in a garden, like walking into the aftermath of storms. Their mission is the same. ]
You're in charge?
[ It's not quite a question. Clark looks to the future, Bruce is at her heels, but Diana is the one with the sword, with the stone resolve of one who can keep moving forward. She'll outlive them both, and while he doesn't expect for her to constantly put herself out there, she never turns away from anyone in need. ]