[ His fingers are fragile, weak against her grip. She could crush him and Clark would feel nothing. A part of him has been hollowed out. Emptied. He thinks of Lois' frantic whispers, her cold hands cupping his jaw as if to cradle him there forever. ]
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[ His fingers are fragile, weak against her grip. She could crush him and Clark would feel nothing. A part of him has been hollowed out. Emptied. He thinks of Lois' frantic whispers, her cold hands cupping his jaw as if to cradle him there forever. ]
But in some world out there, I am gone.