Once I got past my frustration, I actually found a lot I liked in the clone arc. The only thing I absolutely HATED about it was this:
Even when you didn't remember me at all, you still remembered investigating.
Clark remembered his love for Lois. Lois remembered investigating.
Well, whatever. On with the feedback....
"Clark?"
The Kryptonite-poisoned dagger of your word knifes through me, but I try to conceal it. "N-no," I say. I hate lying to you. I hate it even more after those wonderful months when I didn't have to. "Lois, it's Superman."
I hate the distinction. I hate it because it's a symbol of everything I've lost, mark of just how far we've fallen apart. You used to know me more intimately than anyone else, even my parents. You saw every part of me--the investigator, the writer, the hero, the man who wept after rescues gone bad, the alien terrified of his own feelings of isolation. Now...now we're strangers.
I hate the distinction because it's one more thing keeping us apart. As if Luthor, clones, and memory loss aren't enough, now I have to lie all over again. I can't confide in you, can't hold you when all the cries for help I can't answer become overwhelming, can't ask you to cover for me when I need to make a quick exit.
I hate the distinction because when you saw both of me as one man...I could do the same. I could become one man that took Superman and Clark and combined them into a unified whole. Without you there to bind them together, though, I'm once more split apart, divided, weak.
Awwww....
