[He draws in his lower lip into his mouth with his tongue as he gives a faint snort and nods pensively. He knows not to trust what you read better than anyone. Not long ago, the papers were saying he bombed a civil conference. Top it off with the fact that some part of him still thinks of Superman as the fiction he knew, he can’t very well make the one-to-one correlation in his mind either. How does one even reconcile such a fact? Something that is unreal, beyond the notion of possibly existing in what he considered the real world, being something very much tangible now in front of him?
If he had to imagine the guy in the comics coming to life, standing in front of him and talking to him, he doesn’t think he would have imagined the person in front of him now, especially as someone who would remotely trust him. He’s done too much wrong. Superman would probably turn him in, knowing the threat he poses so long as the Red Book exists. Wouldn’t that mean Clark should do the same?
He sighs.]
I don't. [He looks up to look at Clark again, solemnly. The only Clark that matters is the one right in front of him now. Not the stories or the hero. The person who believes in him without even knowing him.]
But I don’t need to to know that you have a good heart.
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If he had to imagine the guy in the comics coming to life, standing in front of him and talking to him, he doesn’t think he would have imagined the person in front of him now, especially as someone who would remotely trust him. He’s done too much wrong. Superman would probably turn him in, knowing the threat he poses so long as the Red Book exists. Wouldn’t that mean Clark should do the same?
He sighs.]
I don't. [He looks up to look at Clark again, solemnly. The only Clark that matters is the one right in front of him now. Not the stories or the hero. The person who believes in him without even knowing him.]
But I don’t need to to know that you have a good heart.