Funerals
Lois holds him tightly as he sobs. She feels the restraint in his arms and his hands as he holds in the pain and the torment. As much as she wants to comfort him, this is no place for him to fall apart. The city is in ruins, there are survivors and victims and there too much to do.
She bends to lay a kiss to his hair before whispering softly.
"We have to go." Clark presses his face into her, his forehead heavy against her stomach. He squeezes her gently before slowly getting to his feet. When he looks at her, clean blue eyes are dimming in fear and guilt and doubt. He's lost, both in mind and spirit, just as shaken as the citizens of Metropolis.
"Take him. Somewhere safe. I'll wait here." He steps away from her and lifts Zod's body and in a moment, they are gone. She doesn't dwell on where he goes. Instead, she begins to round up anyone she can find in this crumbling station. The children cry, afraid that the fighting will continue or that the building will crumble around them. All Lois worries is that she'll never see him again. He could fade into the background, go back to being a no one, disappear from her life forever. She won't look for him, not this time. If he leaves, its because he needs his peace and if that's all she can do, so be it.
That thought, though, hangs heavy on her heart. Lois thinks about the loneliness, the sheer magnitude of the world that has been shattered today, not only for humans but for a man who found his race's last survivors, found them to be genocidal maniacs. Found them to be everything he is not, yet stand to face judgement based on their actions.
She think about a man who has lost his sense of right in the aftermath of his battle. She thinks about a man who murdered one of the last of his kind and she wonders why, why he would ever want to come back.
