Stood on the precipice of a smokey night when the god of life shines down around the bodies of those newly deceased, it's the recognition that cracks the solid ground at your foundation, your meant to be a Saviour... a guardian, a protector. They look to you like your a leader whom is worthy of their sacrifice their worship but it's at moments such as this, heart crunching and raw your struck with a reverence that they're wrong.. not one of them deserves to be gone.

Your fingers are shaking when you reach out to the face of the woman hoping you'll free her... your blood is swimming over places, spaces you've held and claimed as your own for almost two decades. Bullets falling fast the crimson drops sending a patter of striking sparks alighting that fire as you try to stay alive, your screaming -it hurts you- especially when your arm loosens from exhaustion and you find the woman's face blackening with an understanding of her own death dawning.

You couldn't save her... she knew you couldn't save her.

Over those fierce thundering blasts she acknowledges you... your hearing barely registering those few stray peaceful words of someone giving up... someone accepting.

"I forgive you..."

It's a whisper... one that'll keep on ringing... when all of this is over, when your forced to keep on moving... when your faced with yourself in the light of Rao... whenever that day comes and your granted your own salvation.

Because for now your stuck... between the crevice of a past existing on the remains of Krypton and a new Millennia you will undoubtedly walk through alone and baring the souls of those you've left behind.

You catch yourself looking backwards from time to time, straight over your shoulder reminded of the lessons every single one of them has taught you.

You'll live a thousand more years and you'll still see every one of those faces that you couldn't rescue. You live with their memory, you already hold it to you... even as you watch them let go, fall from you... into a new world consisting of the unliving.. landing into that vacuum of soul sucking atonement.

You pretend they're walking beside you through your duty bound journey, Until Tuv Dovorrosh fis nahn khuhtiv vrroshokh [The Depths of the ocean inside are my reality]

Your finality. And you get to hold her... hope you'll get to hold them all. But for now your content to envelop those emotions because your a Kryptonian soldier and so khap bezhgam gehd bah waikhim pryn chao ikaogh gehd vahdhah vo iovis im zughozh [I welcome it with wide arms and use it similar to that of armor]

Because you can't stop, that woman's face.. thats why you do what you do.

So no one else in this complex existence has to know what it's like to hold the burden of two whole worlds thriving on your shoulders.

For because of you... maybe -maybe they don't need too.