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I don’t get it. I’ve lost all focus. All clarity. I’m in the middle of something important, and I’ve lost all ability to concentrate. […] And because I’ve lost focus, I almost don’t hear her

The one who means more to me than any of it. The one who means more to me than all the men dying in this war – a war that stopped just by my arriving here – and I neither notice nor care.

She doesn’t die. But waiting for that moment… I nearly do. I can’t think of anything except how relieved I am. How happy I feel knowing she’s still with me. How little it matter that what made her fall in love with me. I – Love herand always have

Have I brought these things on her? […] Am I helping people?. Protecting them from the evil in the world?. Are bad people the problem?. Or am I?.

How much of this violence exist solely because I exist? 

I used to save people from danger. Now I put them in it, simply by being who I am. Like the gunslinger who once helped – then became a magnet for trouble. A part of the problem. 

And I’ve been so light and flip about it. Enjoying myself. My Strength. My powers. Am I wrong?. Am I making a mistake? I don’t know.

As I watch her sleep – studying her lungs as they breathe, watching her blood flow, listening to her heart pump loud and strong – I hope I’m not. Because I love who I am, what I can do.

I love being Superman.

I love being Superman for her.

Clark Kent - Action Comics 821. -

I don’t get it. I’ve lost all focus. All clarity. I’m in the middle of something important, and I’ve lost all ability to concentrate. Thinking about Ryder. My demotion. My life. Thinking about Lana. Everything she said. And because I’ve lost focus, I almost don’t hear her

The one who means more to me than any of it. The one who means more to me than all the men dying in this war – a war that stopped just by my arriving here – and I neither notice nor care.

She doesn’t die. But waiting for that moment… I nearly do. I can’t think of anything except how relieved I am. How happy I feel knowing she’s still with me. How little it matter that what made her fall in love with me. I – Love her, and always have

Have I brought these things on her? […] Am I helping people?. Protecting them from the evil in the world?. Are bad people the problem?. Or am I?.

How much of this violence exist solely because I exist? 

I used to save people from danger. Now I put them in it, simply by being who I am. Like the gunslinger who once helped – then became a magnet for trouble. A part of the problem. 

And I’ve been so light and flip about it. Enjoying myself. My Strength. My powers. Am I wrong?. Am I making a mistake? I don’t know.

As I watch her sleep – studying her lungs as they breathe, watching her blod flow, listening to her heart pump loud and strong – I hope I’m not. Because I love who I am, what I can do.

I love being Superman.

I love being Superman for her.

Clark Kent - Action Comics 821. -

“If time is a dream… then she was always there, wasn’t she? From the moment I took my first breath… till the end of the world. Always at my side—offering me love and wisdom, companionship and challenge. My wife, my lover, my best friend.

Oh, Lois—if time is a dream… then you’re here now, aren’t you?

She reaches out to me and I feel the comfort of her hand in mine. The heat of her passion, the radiance of her heart—as our two bodies dissolve. As two souls—become one.

Maybe I’m dead already. Maybe my consciousness is burning out—even as my flesh is consumed in the core of a dying star. Or maybe this is something more. Something even death doesn’t understand. Maybe this feeling we share, Lois and I, is the doorway into a place that transcends death and life, earth and krypton. Perhaps it isn’t just time… but all of creation that’s a dream.

And the one thing that gives it meaning, that binds it together—is love.”

- Clark Kent.

2

Clark: The world isn’t ready to accept someone like me.
Lois: Then stay and fight back. Look, give people a chance to see who you really are.
Clark: It’s too late, Lois. My whole life, I’ve seemed different.
Lois: Some people spend their entire lives looking for a way to stand out… to be a person that anybody would call special. When you first told me who you were… my thought was, “anyone but Clark.” And not because of the alien thing. I… I’ve known enough guys to know that you can be born on terra firma and be light-years from normal.
Clark: Lois, you don’t have to explain. I get it.
Lois: No, you don’t. How can someone with x-ray vision be so blind? I’ve been down the hero road before. And every time, I made a giant u-turn. But this… this was different.
Clark: And this time, it will be different, Lois. When I do this, no one’s gonna remember who I am.
Lois: And when you hit your reset button… you’re not gonna tell me your secret, are you?
Clark: I’m sorry.
Lois: That’s okay. Why should I think I’m special? Clark… I understand.
Clark: Lois, you don’t understand. It’s because you are special.