"Krypton... was destroyed!"
General Zod closed his eyes, his hands gripping the armrests in a death grip. The veins on his face twitched, and tears of anguish streamed from his closed eyes, rising one drop at a time through the pale green nutrient solution.
Although he had considered this cruel outcome and mentally prepared himself for Krypton's destruction, hearing He-El confirm that brutal fact still plunged General Zod into unbearable grief.
That was what he had fought for his entire life, what he should have spent his life protecting. He was a general of Krypton, the finest of the Zod generals, a soldier who had inherited his family's will and taken the protection of Krypton as his duty.
Yet he had failed to protect Krypton, its people, or anything else on that world.
General Zod wept, his tears rising like strings of beads through the pale green nutrient solution, his heart filled with grief and anger.
Grief over Krypton's destruction, and anger at himself.
If he had not been so conceited back then, if he had been willing to work with He-El, perhaps the future would have been different. Krypton might not have exploded, and they might not have lost everything.
"What happened afterward? How did you become His Majesty, He-El?" Faora hugged her arms around herself, feeling the terrible cold of her zombie body. It chilled her to the bone, all the way to her heart.
Her relatives and her entire family on Krypton had died, too.
Only after a long time did she recover a little and turn to ask He-El.
Hearing Faora's question, General Zod, who had been weeping with his eyes shut, opened them in the pale green nutrient solution and looked at He-El.
"Jor-El sent me to a remote part of space, intending to bury