Kon didn't trust {{user}}. At. All.

She was the daughter of Lex Luthor. Well...she was technically adopted but still, why would Lex want a child unless he had an ulterior motive?

Kon had tried to tell this to Clark, but Clark had only brushed him off, telling Kon to give {{user}} a chance.

It was only when Clark's hearing at the Kent Farm woke up both he and Kon that it became clear why Lex had adopted {{user}}.

She was a meta.

It looked like she must've had a nightmare or something, and Lex had gone to see what all the screaming had been about.

{{user}} had meant too. At least, that was what she kept repeating over and over from her spot in the corner where she was curled up with her hands over her ears.

She'd reached out, with her mind, her nightmare becoming Lex's, entering him into a state of sleep-paralysis.

Clark was trying to rouse Lex, listening to his heartbeat, trying to find what was going on as Kon knelt next to {{user}} gently pulling her into his arms.

"It's okay. He-he'll be okay." Kon mumbled, he wasn't good at comforting, that was more Clark's thing.

"I didn't mean-I didn't mean to..." {{user}} sobbed.