βThe last son of Kryptonβ yeah. Yeah, thatβs what Clark isβheβs the last surviving child to be born on Krypton. But he could not be farther from βthe last Kryptonianβ
And it honestly makes me so mad whenever heβs referred to like that
Because to Clark, Krypton is a concept. Itβs an idea. Itβs like how we grow up with myths like Atlantisβwe have never and (most likely, in our case, but Iβd like to hold out hope lol) will never experience it in real life.
And Clark was never really Kal-El; he was always just. Clark Kent. The human boy from Krypton.
Kara Zor-El, who grew up speaking Kryptonese.
Kara Zor-El, who grew up celebrating their holidays.
Kara Zor-El, who grew up eating their food.
Kara Zor-El, who, on the day that she left Krypton, had school the next day.
Kara is the last person alive who remembers a dead planet and actually lived on it.
Whereas to Clark, Krypton was a story, an ideal, a concept, to Kara, it was her entire world.
And sheβs just. Sheβs such a heartbreaking character.
Because, think about it; she was fifteen years old. The ground was shaking. Buildings were collapsing. People were screaming, people were crying, people were scared, people were confused, and people were dyingβher people, her friends.
And her parents told her to get into a pod. Told her that she needed to protect Kal-El. Their last request to her was to make sure that he was safe.
And she wonders why? Why her? Why, out of everyone, was she chosen to get to live, when everyoneβeverything that she knew was going to die, and there would be no one left to remember it but her?
And then sheβs knocked off course.
And she spends two decadesβtwo long, agonizing decadesβalone in the dark.
And then she finally she finally manages to make it to Earth. She hasnβt aged a dayβsheβs still fifteen years old, and sheβs lonely, and sheβs confused, and sheβs terrified, and she hurts, and she wants to go home, she wants her parents, she wants her friends. But she knows. She knows that sheβs never going to see them again.
And when she gets to Earth, sheβs still alone. She doesnβt understand what anyone is saying and no one understands her. And she doesnβt find Kal-El. Because Kal-El doesnβt really exist. She finds Clark Kent, all grown up. Clark Kent, older than her. Clark Kent, who doesnβt need her to protect him.
Andβ¦she failed. She failed her parents.
She wasnβt there. She didnβt see him grow up. She didnβt protect him, she didnβt keep him safe.
And her home, her family, everything she ever had and everything she ever loved isβ¦gone. But sheβs still there.
And she must resent her parents, because who wouldnβt? If they hadnβt sent her away, it wouldnβt have made a difference in her cousinβs life. Really, the only difference that it wouldβve made is that she wouldnβt be alone. She wouldnβt be suffering. She wouldnβt have to live knowing that everyone else was dead. She wouldnβt feel the guilt of it.
But she does. She does and she misses it and she misses them and she dreams of it. No matter how long itβs been, sheβll still dream of Krypton, and she will until the day she dies.
Sorry, went off on kind of a tangent there lol. I just love psychology and I love Kara and sheβs just so tragic.
