“None of this was your fault,” Lois said. She stabbed backwards once, brutally, and felt the explosion of dust hit her neck. “You couldn’t have known this was going to happen.”
Buffy had known. In truth, deep down, Lois had known as well. Clark was too perfect to remain unsullied by this new, grimmer darker world they’d discovered.
Lois had a feeling that this side of life wasn’t a place that you entered without losing a little of yourself. Nothing was as cut and dried as it had been in the past.
This is what I love about this story--its story isn't just about the Buffyverse. Looking forward to the next part.
