To me, the big mystery here is what has happened in Clark's past which has made him irradiate himself with kryptonite all the time.
Finally, I braced myself against the stall, using it as support. I tried to think about the picture nestled in the locket. I always attempted to think of happier things whenever I exposed that photograph to the world.
Happier times, eh? And they ended, more or less, when he was ten?
“Nice locket. Is that some kind of weird farmboy tradition, wearing girls’ jewelry?”
Gritting my teeth and knowing the jab wasn’t exactly undeserved, I told her, “It was my grandmother’s.”
“Oh.” She didn’t seem to know what to think, and part of me wondered if I should have been proud that I had brought her to the point of speechlessness.
I could have just left it at that, but I didn’t. “Not that you care, but I was close to her until she died when I was ten . . . . Her picture is inside it.”
His grandmother died when he was ten. Her picture is in the locket. Surely he didn't have anything to do with her death? His powers wouldn't have begun manifesting themselves when he was ten, would they?
But I do believe he killed someone, and that's why he is using that kryptonite on himself all the time. He reminds me of a monk who keeps beating himself up with a whip to do repentance. It's interesting that he sees himself as such a force of evil, although I'll admit that it must have been such an awful shock to lose control of oneself and kill another person. But think of all the people you might have saved if you had had your powers, Clark!
I worry about Platt and the colonists, and I'm not particularly looking forward to the White Orchid Ball. I hated how Lois was taken in by Luthor in the show. Can I hope she will be a bit smarter here?
Ann
Of course, now that CLark is going to take frequent hits and will look unwell from time to time, rumors could easily spread about drug habits, etc.