"No. I know where I got it from." his tone all too despondent. "I just wasn't sure what it stood for." Where did he recognize the word daxamite from? There was something in the back of his mind that was trying hard to find the memory associated with it, but apparently it was too long ago to draw up just then. "Messing with my genetic code is another way to put it. They made me to be Superman." Now he was sure she wasn't going to take any of this well. "These...people" for lack of a worse word. "used Superman's DNA along with, well I don't know with what, to create me." There was no explanation he could find for why he was telling her so much. Maybe the fact that she seemed genuinely friendly. Not many smiles have been sent in his direction.
Looking down at that symbol that meant family, or at least the family of Kal-El. "Sounds like something nice." Feeling like some kind of imposter just got a lot worse now that he knew what it stood for. "How did you get yours?" he asked trying to justify to himself that maybe, just maybe it was all right to keep wearing it. She seemed nice enough and he suddenly thought maybe those who weren't from Superman's family wore black and red. Subconsciously?
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on 2013-01-09 02:49 pm (UTC)Looking down at that symbol that meant family, or at least the family of Kal-El. "Sounds like something nice." Feeling like some kind of imposter just got a lot worse now that he knew what it stood for. "How did you get yours?" he asked trying to justify to himself that maybe, just maybe it was all right to keep wearing it. She seemed nice enough and he suddenly thought maybe those who weren't from Superman's family wore black and red. Subconsciously?