He Was Loki in Disguise

"Evans?" He-El searched his memories for information on the man.

When He-El had first arrived in the United States, he had needed to safeguard everyone's interests. He had committed most people to memory so he could deal with them when necessary.

As Vivian steadily improved and established herself in the United States, spreading benefits far and wide with few enemies able to bring her down, He-El gradually let go completely and left Vivian to handle these behind-the-scenes troubles.

Basically, if something came up, you would not be able to find He-El. He-El had always been busy crafting his own armor and weapons, working to protect himself. Political figures capable of causing trouble rarely crossed his path.

Of course, if you wanted money, anything that could be solved with money was the easiest matter for He-El.

No pointless talk. He would throw money at you until your scalp went numb, your feet floated, and your bones went limp.

Evans was one of the few who did not want He-El's money. He had even pleaded with He-El to use the Medical Rebirth Project to restore his daughter's severed leg.

Several years ago, his daughter had followed Evans into a storage room after an accidental oversight. Evans had not noticed her and casually slammed the door shut, crushing the lower leg of his daughter, who had been crawling on the floor behind her father into the storage room.

The incident had left Evans in unbearable agony, as though his heart had been torn apart. Whenever he thought of it at night, he wished it had been his own leg that was severed.

His daughter had been too young to remember it at the time. As she grew up, she still looked forward to her father coming home every day, happily played with him,