I really shouldn't comment when I have so little time to do it, but this is still so wonderful. The way you talk about Lois coming to see Clark at night, and their wordless togetherness. And then, those frightening hints at what it is the world is accusing Clark of, and what that war implied. Killing Clark wouldn't be homicide, because he isn't human.... Well, if you read old Swedish county laws from the 13th century, they'll tell you that it's much less serious to kill an out-of-county person than to kill one of your fellow "county-men", so to speak. And some people were so worthless that killing them wasn't really considered a crime.... Ah, Shayne. The way we define each other. The way we debase each other's humanity. Or, in Clark's case, the way we - or the people in your story - take his good deeds for granted, and still think he is so much less than themselves, because he isn't strictly human, either in a DNA or in a hailing-back-to-Adam sort of way.
Please go on writing. Your story is awesome and haunting.
Ann
