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She feels his return like a blow and by the relief that courses through her. She knows he wants to die, even knows why he wants to die, but for some reason the thought of being the cause of his death truly bothers her. The cold flees her, and is lost to the earth in little time, for it takes a great deal to maintain such cold. She runs to him, and it is reminiscent of a dear in speed and grace. She stops to wrap her arms around him, holding him too tightly for a woman of her frame.
I'm sorry, I should have been able to do it. If I hated you, I might have been able to, But I do not, cannot...
The iron from the car begins to cause her skin to blister and burn, but she does not let go.

He can say nothing until he sees the effects of his laziness. Having gathered flesh from the earth, he shapes his form back into that which is so familiar. Kryptonian alloys, and Kryptonian flesh. Without a single positive emotion in him, he rises to his feet.

Can I...never rest? You cannot kill me, Queen, any more than an army of beings of my caliber.

Distract me, Mabbz. Take my mind away from this, please. I can't bear it any longer, and I have no reprieve.

Her skin is slow to return to it's usual perfection, blister fading but leaving a scarlet mark behind, and looking at him she wants to be angry for his desire for death. She is not.
Come to me, then, for I may not be able to end your life, but I can be your rest. If I can do that for those I do not care about, surely I can do it for one I do.
She approaches him again, this kiss placed on his cheek, different than the other because it is truly warm. With it comes a charm for peace and relief, though who knows if it will work on one such as he.

Her touch comes with a wave of heat on a cold body, and a cold spirit. He grips her tightly.

Even when I die, what lies in wait for me? Surely even the eternal judge disagrees with me.

Her arms slide around his neck and caressed him softly, wishing that he could find peace in the cold and the darkness as she could.

Do you not think I fear what that judge will say to me someday? I have no doubt that when this world ends for me, I will be found wanting. You, who were once human, might stand a chance of being forgiven, but I shall truly be lost. I am left with only one option, to take the best and the worst of this life, for the next shall surely be lost to suffering.

He welcomed the embrace...

I'm just so weary. So weary of the memories of everything...of my inability to go back, and change things. At least, for here, and for now, I've got a special lady who wants me.

But what does she want?

~~To help you.~~

She nuzzles against his throat for a moment, considering the answer and enjoying the texture. But she pulls back to look him in the eyes.

I want to remind us both of why the fight that is life is worth every moment. But I've always wanted impossible things.