"Xenia Onatopp." His voice was calm. Disappointed. Like a priest who'd seen too many confessions. "The radiation from that ship is killing you. The green crystal—it's not power. It's poison."
"Oh, darling," she whispered. "I could get used to this." Metropolis didn’t know what hit it.
"I don't want your help, Superman. I want your attention ." superman returns xenia
She squeezed a chunk of hull plating. It crumpled like wet paper.
A note on the nightstand, written in blue ink on Daily Planet letterhead: "Xenia Onatopp
Superman closed his eyes. Not in pain. In sadness .
"No," he said quietly. "I'm fighting for you." superman returns xenia
"You asked what happens when I break. Answer: I don't. But I heal. And so can you. — Clark"