"Please," Clark echoes, like maybe some manners will help.
But it's not just manners. It's becoming clearer to him that what they're asking flies in the face of what Kelex is programmed to preserve, in the same way that his existence does too. Every time some new revelation of what was core to Krypton comes to light, it becomes easier to understand why he was propelled away from it at great speed. But even Jor-El couldn't help but take care of some remaining connection, to ensure Clark knew where he came from.
Maybe that was a mistake. Another trapping, a blind spot. But Jor-El never claimed to be anything but fallible, unlike his brethren. "There's no one left to claim anything forbidden," he says. "There's no great work to protect, anymore. But there's Earth. And I was sent to protect that. I have to believe that's still true, and I need to know how to keep it true."
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But it's not just manners. It's becoming clearer to him that what they're asking flies in the face of what Kelex is programmed to preserve, in the same way that his existence does too. Every time some new revelation of what was core to Krypton comes to light, it becomes easier to understand why he was propelled away from it at great speed. But even Jor-El couldn't help but take care of some remaining connection, to ensure Clark knew where he came from.
Maybe that was a mistake. Another trapping, a blind spot. But Jor-El never claimed to be anything but fallible, unlike his brethren. "There's no one left to claim anything forbidden," he says. "There's no great work to protect, anymore. But there's Earth. And I was sent to protect that. I have to believe that's still true, and I need to know how to keep it true."