"In that case."
Shane relaxed, turned around, picked up the kitchen utensils, and resumed clattering away as he calmly asked, "What did you want to talk about?"
Kara did not mind Shane's low-EQ remark. Like an ordinary fragile girl, she limply leaned against the wall, her gaze slightly unfocused as though she were considering where to begin.
"When I first woke up on Earth, a helpless sorrow wrapped around my heart.
"Because my memories were still frozen on the moment before my family died—"
In the aftermath of Krypton's destruction, the city Kara had been in was uprooted wholesale and hurled into space.
Thanks to the scientific research of Kara's father, Zor-El, that isolated island of a city retained a small amount of air, allowing its residents to survive for a short while.
Everyone knew it could not last. Since Zor-El was the only Scientific Research Talent among the survivors on the entire island, everyone placed their hopes on him.
That brief escape, that failure to perish instantly alongside Krypton, was not a blessing to those survivors.
The growing pressure of survival changed people's hearts with every passing second.
The little gratitude people owed Zor-El was nowhere near enough to make them remember his kindness for long. As Krypton's only surviving scientist, he not only had to struggle desperately in his laboratory every day, but also regularly appear to soothe the other tightly wound survivors.
Shane's attention shifted slightly. The background stories from artistic works in his previous life could not compare to an emotional account told by someone who had lived through it.
What happened afterward was easy enough to imagine. The remaining resources of that city island were simply not enough to protect everyone.
Even the cleverest housewife could not cook without rice. Zor-El's final choice was to