A flick of his wrists.
A dart of his heat vision.
A tightening of his grip.
Any of these things would have been sufficient to end Jiang’s existence.
And to end Clark’s.
I love how Clark is obsessing on this. He has the temptation. It would be so easy. Jiang deserves it, well, mostly.
And yet Clark comes through, because he always does. The toughest battle is against himself. I hope this sets the memories of Nor to rest.
