It's probably a little careless, talking of fathers without specificity, and it's the kind of care he takes around his mother, for instance, for all that their conversations around such things tend to lack in details anyway. Sometimes he calls the smear of drifting spacedust that was Krypton his home, and he means no disrespect to Smallville either.

His attention tracks to Bruce when he says that name, nodding.

"I think he was a good man," he says. "By anyone's standard, not just Earth's, Krypton's. I don't know how he felt about here, not exactly—whether he chose Earth for me, or me for it. But I think he really wanted something better for it, than what happened to Krypton."

It should feel odder than it is, to talk about these things. They're big things. Titanic, in the scheme of it all. Cosmic. But it comes with the territory of what he shares with Bruce Wayne—someone with the same big picture capacity as Jor-El, and Lois Lane, and himself.

"The last thing he said to me," is a little fond, even, "was that I could save everyone."

Not just one person, not just some people, but a whole planet's worth of human beings, and Clark had believed him. Sitting here in a ship, silent as a mausoleum, reminds him of the everyone that Jor-El had tried to save himself.