И в странах бескрайнего льда и заката. Где стынет под веком слеза, Пою я о брате, зарезавшем брата За Рыбу, чья пища - глаза...
Clark: He didn't have a choice. He's my father, of course he'd sacrifice anything to protect me.
Brainiac: We always have a choice, Kal-El. Your father didn't have to care for you the way he did, and still he made that choice everyday he was with you...