"Steve?!" Diana called out his name instinctively, but then pursed her lips, feeling somewhat nauseated.
But she was relieved as well. From the looks of it, this little brat not only lacked even a third of his father's skill—he was probably three parts worse.
"I don't understand why you did this," Diana said.
"He loved you. He died for you." Damian looked at her. "Don't you feel even the slightest guilt?"
"You know he died, so who exactly is standing alive in front of me now?"
"Of course it's Steve, brought back from the dead."
"The dead cannot be resurrected." Diana said, "Steve was only an ordinary man. His body had long since become part of the earth, returned to the embrace of the planet. What stands before me now is an empty shell made of God knows what, controlled by some phantom."
"Is that so?" Damian asked. "But he wasn't supposed to die. He lost his life protecting you."
"Of course I know," Diana said. "Not only do I know, I saw it happen with my own eyes. I know how much he loved me."
"Yet you refuse to believe that he has come back from the dead. You refuse to give him a chance."
Diana sighed softly and said, "It's not a matter of whether I'm willing or not. Even if I were, what could I do?"
"Expose that so-called Martian's conspiracy. Then you can be with him."
"Damian, you truly fall far short of your father." Diana looked at Damian and said, "You went to all this trouble—stealing artifacts, framing me—and in the end, you're still resorting to kidnapping and threats. If that was all you had, why go around in such a huge circle? You could have just sent me an email. I would still have