That's the thing about telling someone not to look back, or don't look down. Invariably, most people will do exactly what has just been suggested they not do.

Clark isn't any different, and look back he does.He remembers what the clouds look like from this side, the wind in his face. The feeling of freedom, of power, of belonging.It doesn't last long, though if possible his shoulders are tenser than before, and he looks back toward the gates, following Eirene as she leads him through.

"How would you convince them to leave?" He can't imagine many people who truly believed this was the home of their gods would just turn around and leave it on polite request.