Eirene can't breathe. Normally, that's considered a good thing, sharing herself completely with her lover in a mutual contest to see who can get the other over the edge first, but this time it feels like so much weight on her chest. Nor can she dispute the validity of his statements. She does need Clark, does want him, and always will. She loves him more than her own life.

But it still doesn't make this right. And it makes her angry. Angry enough to start glowing brightly.

"Clark"