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He lays on the rent battlefield, tasting blood, iron. The pain is gone. Gone with Sol.
Footsteps, running.
“Oh.” Her voice is small, when she sees.
Lois gathers him into her lap. He tries to speak- it’s too effortful.
She smiles sadly, brushes his cheek. “Hey. It's okay. You did it. You did good.”
He smiles back. Squeezes her hand.
“Go home to your family, Kal.”
Fuzzily, his gaze trails to the sun breaking through the clouds. It's warm on his skin, but not enough to heal him. It's alright.
He breathes out. He's ready to go.
He did good.
