Now here's the conclusion of Part I. I hope you like it.
J'onn stood in front of the dingy Central City Orphanage. He couldn't believe that K'ymm would be desperate enough to do this. Then he realized that he had pushed her to this. He adopted the guise of an older male, with no distinguishing features.
"I am looking for someone." He paused. "My daughter. I have reason to believe that she came this way."
"Well what was your daughter's name, sweetheart."
J'onn was confused by this terminology, but quickly hid it.
"K'ymm"
"Ahh, yes. I know her." the ancient nun became to waddle away and J'onn assumed he should follow.
There he saw K'ymm. He wasn't sure how, but he knew it was her. Maybe it was the slanted green eyes, the same color as their skin. Maybe it was the mousy brown hair that was the same as what he was wearing now. Maybe it was something else.
"K'ymm?"
She looked up. Her gaze was first curious, then frightened.
"My daughter, I must speak with you."
Her gaze then became suspicious. But she did follow him out to the hallway.
"What are you playing at?" she asked angrily
"K'ymm, I was a fool. You are not like the other clones."
"So your saying I not normal even by those standards?" she snarled.
"No! It was meant as a complement."
"Some complement." she muttered.
"What do you want?" she asked sullenly
"I want you to come home."
"Home where? Leave me be. I like it here."
She stormed back into the building. He left, knowing it was futile to try to compromise with her. She would come when she was ready.
A few days later, he went back.
"You again?" she asked skeptically
"If I may explain-" he said, with his foot in the door, quite literally
"Fine," she said opening the door all the way. "Come in." she said with a sweeping gesture.
"K'ymm. Many years before you were created, there was peace between the Martians and the clones."
"Can't imagine that." K'ymm said sarcasitcally
He gave her a reproving look before he continued.
"But then those, parisites attacked us. They were similar to the clones, and often imitated them, instead of the real person. The fear and hate grew out of that, not our dislike for clones. I'm sorry, K'ymm, I let the old ways blind me. I am truly sorry, my daughter."
She paused for a moment, then sighed. She shifted to her true state and went into his arms, hugging him.
"Then, we can at least be friends," she thought to him a smile on her face. He smiled as well, and began crooning her a lullaby, the one he wasn't able to give her in her childhood.