Kara's Apartment
Kara Zor-El cripples herself in her bed, discerning on a portrait, she took from her bedside table. A picture of herself and Clark, when she was a teenager.
"Does it ever get to you cuz?", Kara asks, though she knew he wasn't around. "The pressure of always having put yourself to doing the good? Regardless of the mistakes you made?".
Her connections to his cousin were very strong, though ironic that she was seeking an advice from someone who is younger than her, only ascribable to the fact Kara was in her same youth, because of lying in space via her pod, which made her younger than her cousin. Physical age.
"I don't know what'd I do without you", she cried, wishing her cousin was here, to give her important pieces of advices. "Some times I wish I could call you from Earth to Argo. Only to resent. I'm just so messed up". Her emotions dwell in the limbs of her fingers. "This year, I just played the role of a foul god. And it's going to repeat in my mind". She brings back the memory of an important person Darkseid assassinated, which bursted Clark into so many variations of colors. "You killed him out of anger, for what he did to your good friend Dan Turpin. It was hard. And I let you down".
Kara layed the picture back to the table, standing up, to walk over a nearby window. She looks up in the skies, looking at the moon, like a wolf, who was always prepared to howl in the nights.
"In times I like, I read tales, myths, legends. Not the type to be so appealed to it. Though a part of me feels like I should daze through the skies", she expressed.
It was late evening. Alex hadn't arrived. She never had. Which concerned Kara, although Alex always sincerely expressed she was fine, that she didn't need to worry. Which gave Kara the chance to cover the space for Oliver.
"Oliver", Kara calls, pondering. She hasn't seen Oliver. Usually he'd arrive in times like these. And he'd anticipate every step he draws. In this case, he hasn't arrived. Kara believes it had something do with her recent behaviour. Over an hour ago, she yelled at him, out of anger, when the latter tried comforting him. Instead she took it a different route. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I...". She was unsuccessful in completing her vow. "...I was hurt Oliver...My pain. My emotions. And my mentality". She could list it to an infinite, to describe as many words she could draw. Never calmed her down. "Someday I predict a time when we will all depart. When the world finally rests in our favour. And the rest of the world".
Her eyes continue to stature on the moon, like she's gradually going to change. It'd be a silly concept wise, if someone like Winn raised it up. Kryptonians don't share traits of hybrid human-werewolves, in which humans turn into wolves when the moon shines. Those stories would be heard in the movies, or shows.
Suddenly, she heard a knock. It was far, but she could hear it with her Kryptonian-hearing.
Kara sped over to the door, that connects between the inside and outside. She opens it, to percept Oliver in the doorway.
"Oliver?", she exclaimed.
"I'm so sorry Kara", Oliver apologised, with vocalised pain. "I shouldn't...have tried to push...". His sadness overtakes him.
Kara horizontally nods, not intended to blaming him.
"No. It's not your fault", Kara deemed, taking Oliver inside, by the arm. Process to close it back.
Kara pulls Oliver, to put him in the sofa, for him to sit, which he followed. Kara sat down, thinking about their seconds ago interaction.
"I don't blame you Oliver", she confessed. "If I did?". A question that Oliver is not that eager to hear. "I would be a terrible person".
"A person who is way more human than me", Oliver confessed. A perception of thought swizzles in Kara of what he meant. "You hold greater morals than those of mortal men. Doesn't matter how many mistakes you make Kara. You always get up". He sharply stared at her, with a facet of blue lightning. "Those memories, I was given from you. They showed me how much a tuffle you smack. The people you risked saving. The mistakes you made. Some precised from the affects of red kryptonite, only to finally regain everyone's trust. You're a fine lady Kara. That's why I loved you".
Hearing Oliver's words filled Kara with pride, to re-sense. The usual air atones in their surroundings. They expected this to come, and they were ready. The pair pressed their lips, absorbing their taste from oneself, letting the night pass to daylight. They will focus on stopping Darkseid, and his futuristic war.