Why does he keep doing this to me? Every time I attempt to shed his naïveté
as to the real Lex Luthor, he stares at me with those green puppy dogs and
my heart catches in my throat. He believes so strongly in me, that I am a
good person and friend. Almost as if sheer strength can convince me that he
is right. With him, I can almost believe it myself.
Then he goes away and the Clark-induced haze fades. As it goes, so does the almost-belief. When it comes down to the DNA strands, I am a Luthor. Sooner or later, heredity will kick in and I'll truly be my father's son. Not even Clark can prevent that. Not even if he never left my side...
Clark is the rarest thing in this world - a pure soul. Nothing seems capable of shattering his faith and trust in the 'goodwill of men'. And though I have yet to push his faith past the breaking point, a premonition tells me it will happen someday. And when it does, as it surely must, it will be the only thing I'll regret to the end of my life.
Then he goes away and the Clark-induced haze fades. As it goes, so does the almost-belief. When it comes down to the DNA strands, I am a Luthor. Sooner or later, heredity will kick in and I'll truly be my father's son. Not even Clark can prevent that. Not even if he never left my side...
Clark is the rarest thing in this world - a pure soul. Nothing seems capable of shattering his faith and trust in the 'goodwill of men'. And though I have yet to push his faith past the breaking point, a premonition tells me it will happen someday. And when it does, as it surely must, it will be the only thing I'll regret to the end of my life.