𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋

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❝ I will admit, I did not want to follow through with it. ❞ not that he’s asked. there’s no need. diana can see the war within his mind, battling the here and now with everything that had happened before. BEFORE DARKSEID, before she and bruce had together lowered clark’s beaten corpse from where he had fallen. there are moments she can still hear the echo of his yell. if she were to continue with her honesty, she would admit that she still wishes the league had decided AGAINST THE PLOT to bring him back. she knows, perhaps better than most: death is a natural occurrence, and they all have a debt to pay when they reach that final day.  they cheated by bringing him back.  it is clear he’s paying that price now. they all may be following in suit soon enough. for the first time, she allows her gaze to meet his in HOPES HE WILL ALLOW her to extend her support. ❝ how are you doing? I mean really, clark.  how are you...adjusting? ❞