"Kara...
...you've made a terrible mistake."
Superman's presence turned solemn as he studied the "cousin" before him.
"I'm wrong? What exactly did I do wrong?"
Kara sneered, looking down at this parallel universe's Superman. In her mind, he was just as loathsome as the Superman she had killed.
"Should I, a Kryptonian, abandon the few companions I have left and hide away on Earth, enjoying a carefree life alone?"
Sarcasm seeped into Kara's words.
"Do Kryptonians deserve extinction? How many civilizations did we help in the past? Yet when we needed just a little food, enough to stay alive, not a single planet offered us a helping hand."
Just as Kara was about to continue, Superman interrupted her.
"No, I'm not condemning your desire to keep your people alive."
Superman's expression darkened, and he clenched his fists. "I wouldn't do it myself, but when a civilization's survival is at stake, violence is indeed the last resort."
"But you could have taken enough resources and left. If all you wanted was enough to survive, Kryptonians exposed to a yellow star could easily have managed that."
"Instead, you unleashed a massacre across the entire universe."
Kara's facial muscles began to contort. She realized what Superman was about to say. A dangerous light shone in her eyes, and her terrifying presence bore down on him.
But Superman only paused briefly before continuing under pressure so intense that even Brad glanced over.
"The Kryptonians who survived the disaster were infected with madness. They couldn't control their actions. But as the only sane one, you didn't even try to restrain them. Instead, you led them to slaughter other innocents. You weren't trying to secure your people's survival at all. You were simply venting your own hatred."
"The ones truly sick in this universe aren't those