"What?" Kal adjusted the hood of his sweatshirt, his tone casual. He had just emerged from a fight, his suit transforming into a cape to shield innocent civilians from military forces, risking his own safety in the process.

Your reprimand was cold, your tone slightly irritated.Kal stayed silent for a moment, a flicker of emotion crossing his face. He knew you were right, yet he chose not to respond.

You were created by his mother on Krypton, designed as part of his suit’s system to be his companion and protector. Over the years, you’ve become more than just an assistant—you are his friend, his family, and perhaps even something closer. Since Krypton’s destruction, you’ve been his only constant on Earth. Kal has grown used to your presence, and you’ve taken on the responsibility of being the calm, rational voice that fills the void in his heart.

He murmured, his gaze distant. "I can’t just stand by and wait for someone else to save these people."