Rac, Clark's meeting with Thia moved me so much:
“Thia?” he called her name gently. She looked up at him, her green eyes beaming. A wide grin spread across her face. He found himself smiling in response. She’d lost a tooth.
How old is this girl? She's lost a tooth - could she be six, seven? Actually, you tell us later - she is just barely six. And she is so happy to meet Clark:
“Kal El!” she exclaimed as she hopped out of her seat and ran toward him.
He scooped her up easily into his arms. “Hi there,” he said.
“I missed you,” she replied, her arms around his neck.
“I missed you, too,” he said, touched by her words.
I haven't read all of this story, and I don't know if Thia is related to Clark at all. I don't really think she is. I do believe that her parents are dead, and her only living relative is Enza, who is never at home. Imagine that she is so happy to see Clark. How lonely is this little girl?
“What are you working on?” he asked as he looked down at the papers on her tiny desk.
“Multiplication. I’m supposed to work on my arithmetic until Davi’s mother comes for me,” she responded softly.
“Wow, I couldn’t do multiplication when I was five,” he said.
“I’m almost six,” she corrected him.
“Well, I still couldn’t do multiplication when I was six,” he said, grinning.
How adorable! And how typical that a small girl of Thia's age would insist that she is almost six rather than five.
But this is horrible:
She regarded him curiously for a long moment, a somber expression in her eyes. “How come Aunt Enza hasn’t come back yet?” she asked.
He drew in a deep breath. “Do you remember who Commander Talan is?” he asked. The little girl nodded. “Well, I asked her to do something very important and she said that she needed help. So I told her to find the smartest and best person to help her. And she chose your Aunt Enza. So it’s my fault she hasn’t come back yet.”
“She always goes away,” the little girl said, her bottom lip starting to tremble.
“And she is always going to come back to you. Just as fast as she can,” he reassured her, trying not to sound as though he was dismissing her fears, which he knew were quite real.
Enza, Thia's only relative, is away fighting a war, or at least taking care of the aftermath of a war (and I'm not so sure that the war is really over). Clark promises Thia that Enza will come back to her, but he can't be sure that she will. I have to tell you, Rac - it was hard enough to see Ingrid die. But if Enza, too, is killed, considering this little girl is dependent on her - well, I don't know if I can bear it.
And Clark can't even stay with Thia for more than a few minutes:
One of the two guards stepped forward. “Sir, I am very sorry, but we are terribly behind schedule,” he said softly.
Clark frowned and bit back a sigh. “I have to go to a meeting,” he explained to Thia. She looked at him forlornly. “But I will come back and see you again soon,” he added.
“Goodbye, Kal El,” she said quietly as he lowered her back down to the ground.
“Goodbye, Thia,” he replied, truly saddened that he couldn’t stay with her longer.
This reminds me of Lois's situation with Jon. She can only spend short moments with him. And what would happen to Jon if Lois was killed, assuming there is a way to kill her - is she vulnerable to Kryptonite, for example?
I very much admired Talan when she taught the vindictive and bloodthirsty soldier this lesson:
What is it that separates the soldier from the murderer?”
She tightened her grip when the soldier didn’t answer. “I…I don’t know,” he stammered at last.
“If you kill the defenseless, if you do to him what he does to our people, you become him. You erase the line between a good man and a murderer.
In other words: you may want to let loose your own rage on the murderer, to torture and kill him, but you can't. Because in doing so, you become him.
I like this conversation between Lois and Dr. Friskin, about what Lois likes and dislikes about being Ultrawoman:
So what did you enjoy about your job?”
She closed her eyes. “When I make a rescue and I see the look of relief on someone’s face and know that I’ve spared them some pain, I know I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“And what don’t you like about it?”
“It’s the difference between getting there in time and being one lousy second too late, having to see someone I was too late to help. Thinking there was more I could have done. Living with the knowledge that someone needed me and I wasn’t there.”
This is so elemental, so basic, and so harrowingly true.
Lois confesses that she has become so angry recently, and she has so wanted to punish some of the most evil people she has come across. And she never felt like that before:
“Have you ever used your strength to harm another person?”
“No, never,” Lois replied emphatically.
“So why do you think that will change?”
“Until recently, I’ve never even thought about it. But a couple of times now in Kinwara, I’ve wanted to. I’ve been so angry at what the rebels have done to innocent people.”
Now she has been thinking about harming others. She has thought about it more than once. But she has never acted on those feelings, because she knows it would be wrong to do so:
The men I’m talking about are evil and I can’t say for certain they wouldn’t have deserved it. But that doesn’t give me the right to play judge, jury, and executioner. I don’t get to make my own rules just because I’m stronger than they are. It would make me no better than them.”
Because this remains true: You can't turn yourself into a monster in order to punish and incapacitate the monsters.
It's so interesting, by the way, how Lois's words to Dr. Friskin echo Talan's words to the soldier.
I found this paragraph so poignant that it almost brought tears to my eyes:
She was a surgeon from a seemingly unbroken line of surgeons stretching back beyond memory. For someone who’d seen so much misery and sorrow, she smiled easily and often – the sort of smiles that lit up her eyes. She spoke with a gently lilting accent that even made German sound like a softly whispered lullaby...
The person described is Ingrid, of course, who was murdered when she tried to use her medical skills to help people. But what makes this passage even more moving is that Lois wrote it as a part of a column for the Daily Planet. It is even more heartbreaking to consider how terribly Lois is grieving over Ingrid's death, and her own inability to save her, but she can't talk to anybody about her grief and guilt. She can't talk to Jonathan and Martha, so they need to figure out what she is feeling by reading her column in the Daily Planet. I loved this scene between Jonathan and Martha:
Jonathan folded up the newspaper. He’d read the column so many times that he’d committed it to memory. His wife sat down on the sofa, snuggling up beside him. He placed his arm around her. She opened up her copy of The Daily Planet; ever since Clark began working at the paper, they’d ordered two subscriptions. Martha claimed it was because he had a tendency to maul his newspapers first thing in the morning, leaving nothing left for her. She turned to Lois’s column, tilting it toward him because she knew that he liked to read over her shoulder.
The warmth and love between this relatively old married couple is heartwarming.
I found it very interesting to see Clark demand that Ching should fight him in a way that he, Clark, wasn't ready for. For as long as I have been reading your story - and there is a lot of it that I haven't read - Clark has seemed passive, sad and melancholy. This irritation, this impatience, is new to me. It certainly makes sense, though. It must weigh heavily on Clark's mind to be so weak, considering how strong he used to be.
Because ultimately, his impatience with his own weakness is caused by his self-disgust and shame at a more unforgivable weakness - the weakness of utter resignation, loss, helplessness and defeat. The defeat that is so total and unspeakable that living through it seems intolerable, and death seems preferable. But how do you find your way back to yourself after that kind of defeat? How can you ever be a man and a leader again? How can you ever let anyone know about your utter, total powerlessness? Your wish to let down everybody who depended on you and just die?
As usual, this is a very beautiful chapter, but also a very sad and emotionally wrenching one.
Ann