There was a soft breeze flowing through the room, and the setting sun cast a red glow over the world for as far as the eye could see. The woman watched from inside, as the man outside leaned on the balcony, his large hands supporting his weight against the railing as he looked out over the the city. His outer robe, crimson in color with gold markings, flittered in the wind. It was cut so it came just below his knees with no sleeves and only covered the back and front so it showed that beneath it he wore the recovery suit that all kryptonians wore, tailored to him like tightly and formfitting, showing off his broad shoulders. On his wrists and ankles were what look liked silver bracelets. Silently she stepped out onto the balcony and came up behind him, slipping her arms around him. The wind whipped through her shoulder length black hair as she closed her eyes resting against his back for a few moments. Then she asked it. "You look worried beloved. Is it as bad as we feared?" For a moment the man didnt' answer. He just continued to look out over the tall, magnificent structures that made up Krypton's capital. The architechtual wonders caught the rays of the red sun, beautifully casting the most incredible scenary. His voice rumbled slightly in his chest as he asked quietly, "Is Kal asleep?" The woman opened her eyes and let go of him, walking around to his side to get a better look at his face. She fought to keep the conversation light as he was doing, though it worried her greatly. Jor-El wouldn't avoid answering her question unless it were truly bad. "Sleeping like a baby." Jor-El took a deep breathe and could not bring himself to look his wife in the eyes as he came right to the point, "We are dying Lara. Krypton is doomed." Having said that he could finally look over to see her. Her expression was not one of surprise or dismay, but rather one who has finally come to accept a fate that no one would choose. Lara exhaled sharply and moved towards her husband, her lover, and her life seeking the temporary comfort and consolation of his arms. Jor-El for his part moved quickly, wrapping his arms around his wife in a loving, protective embrace. After a few moments Lara ventured a few thoughts outloud, "Then all of us....you and I.....and our child killed." Jor-El used his hands, large but gentle, to lift her face to look at him and said forcefully but with an edge of hope, "NOT our son." At Lara's confused look he replied, "I have a plan."