[It's all but a whisper. As soon as he hears his voice, as quickly as the memories of all the good moments they have spent together start coming to him they are being siphoned away and all Kal is left with is... regret.
Regret for how he treated Kon, regret at all the mistakes he's commited with the poor kid who just wanted a family. Regret because he was so selfish, too self-absorbed to think about what Kon needed and all he focused was on how he felt about the entire situation and he put Kon against the wall to the point where he felt he had to keep the Luthor thing to himself for fear of being judged. Kal blames himself for that, not Kon. Never Kon.
And he'll definitely blame himself if he gets hurt now. He's coming right towards him, his eyes black and obviously using his magic. A magic he'd told Kal he was terrified of using. And the dementor... the dementor is looking right at him, not looking at Kal anymore.]
No. No...
[He drops on his hand. He hasn't been kissed yet, but the grief is still heavy as it gets around his chest. When he speaks it's barely above a whisper.]
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[It's all but a whisper. As soon as he hears his voice, as quickly as the memories of all the good moments they have spent together start coming to him they are being siphoned away and all Kal is left with is... regret.
Regret for how he treated Kon, regret at all the mistakes he's commited with the poor kid who just wanted a family. Regret because he was so selfish, too self-absorbed to think about what Kon needed and all he focused was on how he felt about the entire situation and he put Kon against the wall to the point where he felt he had to keep the Luthor thing to himself for fear of being judged. Kal blames himself for that, not Kon. Never Kon.
And he'll definitely blame himself if he gets hurt now. He's coming right towards him, his eyes black and obviously using his magic. A magic he'd told Kal he was terrified of using. And the dementor... the dementor is looking right at him, not looking at Kal anymore.]
No. No...
[He drops on his hand. He hasn't been kissed yet, but the grief is still heavy as it gets around his chest. When he speaks it's barely above a whisper.]
Kon. Kon, don't get hurt.
Please.