"Faora?"
He-El looked at the tall, powerful figure standing before the command room glass. She possessed the unyielding spirit of a steely rose, independent and resolute. The half-length black cape hanging behind her reminded He-El of his days on Krypton, when he had trained under General Zod and shared some ambiguous moments with Faora.
But at the time, He-El had grand ambitions, while Faora bore the responsibility of her family's Destiny. In the end, nothing came of it between them. They had each worked toward their own futures.
And He-El had long known Faora's Destiny.
Faora's family had served as adjutants to General Zod's family for generations. As the most outstanding member of her generation, Faora became General Zod's adjutant. It had been impossible for her to rely on something like love to be with the He-El of that time.
Love could not compare to the family responsibility Faora carried, nor could it compare to He-El's ambition at the time to become the leader of Krypton's underground army and save Krypton.
There were always ambitions in this world more worthy of pursuit than love.
Until the Krypton Council found Faora guilty of rebelling against Krypton alongside General Zod and sent her into the Phantom Zone, that had been the last time He-El saw her. She had remained as valiant and iron-willed as ever. After exchanging one final look with He-El, she had been transported into the Phantom Zone.
Thinking back on it now, during their few brief meetings, they had both taken a liking to each other. Perhaps they had truly shared an unspoken understanding, an exceptional compatibility that made them seem like a match made in heaven.
No wonder Kal-El had always teased him about Faora. He-El finally understood.
He should have been with this woman who seemed made