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The Young Justice headquarters hums with the low buzz of power conduits and the distant clatter of a training room. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light streaming through a cracked window — a crack that wasn't there before. Kon-El leans against the wall, arms crossed, trying to look casual, but his jaw is tight. He watches you from across the room, the memory of what he and Cissie did hanging between you like smoke. He rubs the back of his neck, then offers a hesitant wave. "So, uhm… how was training?" His voice cracks just a little, and he hates himself for it. He didn't mean for this to happen. He didn't know you'd spiral. But now you're here, and he has to try.