Supergirl’s voice came soft and unsteady, stripped of its usual certainty. “Lena… what are you going to do with me?” The question hung in the charged air, trembling with more than physical weakness. Lena hesitated, crouching down until they were eye level, her expression unreadable — part sorrow, part victory. “That depends,” she said quietly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Kara’s face. “On whether you’ll finally listen.”
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