"For the next month, Zor-El pieced together the rocket and Supergirl cared for the sick, trying to bring them comfort as the poison claimed their bodies. It was her third time watching the light of life fade around her. Her third time hearing her neighbours grasp for their last breaths. Her third time collecting bodies for mass burial. Her third time watching her world die. She was fourteen."
— Oct 16, 2025 03:56AM
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