Follow him, attack him, or ignore him.
Jor-El's golden-yellow face, formed from psychic power in the void, went still as he stared intently at He-El, who smiled with narrowed eyes.
Should I follow him? The question rose in Jor-El's mind.
As someone who possessed He-El's memories from before the Pacific Rim universe, Jor-El knew better than anyone what he could gain by following him.
It was a chance to see countless worlds and witness the magnificent vistas of innumerable different universes.
A future with virtually no limits.
Doctor Manhattan had succumbed to that very temptation and followed He-El.
Those powerful beings who yearned to see more, who had reached the limits of what they could glimpse of the universe, could never bear to be locked like clowns in a cage called the universe.
Following He-El was undoubtedly one path to a broader future for Jor-El.
In particular, possessing He-El's memories from before Pacific Rim naturally gave Jor-El a certain affinity for him. He knew He-El extremely well and could become a capable subordinate.
But... what if he could become He-El himself?
If I were He-El, if I possessed the ability to travel across countless worlds, why would I bow beneath someone else?
A devilish craving born of resentment swiftly corroded Jor-El's mind.
In his eyes, He-El standing before him was like a child carrying gold through a crowded marketplace. His yearning to truly become the original He-El spread through his mind like a devil's whisper.
Jor-El also knew this was irrational, especially now that he controlled the minds and dreams of the Pacific Rim universe and existed as its immortal Dream King.
But ultimately, he had come into being as nothing more than a projection of a psychic avatar split off from He-El. That was a nightmare, an obsession, a