He cried for a long time that afternoon, unaware that not far from him, a sun that had crossed countless universes was painfully shining upon his soul.
...In the year 767 of the universe, Clark arrived beside Soren.
He quickly discovered with immense heartbreak that Soren was living so poorly in this "home."
Long ago, he had thought Soren was an innocent child, protected so well by the Hargreaves couple.
He always smiled joyfully at everyone, and his deep blue eyes seemed to have never seen the shadows of this world.
So innocent.
So lovely.
He was adored by everyone, as if he was born to be loved, happily gazing at the world.
He was like a sun that had fallen into his embrace, warming him with radiant, joyful light.
—This is the energy that only a soul who has been loved possesses.
But he had never imagined that Soren's past could be like this.
It turned out that his Soren… had never been loved.
Little Soren slept in the stasis chamber, looking frightened even in his sleep, occasionally clenching his small fists.
Clark suddenly realized how difficult it would be to escape from such memories, to grow up in a childhood like this, and still manage to show others a genuine, heartfelt smile…
His Soren had a heart forged like diamond.
Clark sat quietly by the window, guarding him.
The night was gentle, the moonlight pure as water, while the god of the human realm protected a star he had traversed countless mountains and rivers, billions of galaxies to reclaim.
Outside the window, a nightingale gently kissed the roses in the garden and began to sing sweetly.
Day by day, Clark accompanied Soren through his childhood.
Though little Soren was not pampered, though he felt lonely, isolated, and without a place to go, he always managed to find a bit of joy for himself.
He liked to visit his secret garden, where he would talk to the plants, touch the flowers and leaves, or simply hide among the blossoms, like a little sprite in the garden, comfortably falling asleep amidst the petals.
Sometimes Clark didn't know what thoughts were swirling in Soren's little head.
He would daydream, staring at the clouds and the sun in the sky, occasionally gazing at the palace's closed dome, his blue eyes blinking only rarely.
Originally, Clark thought he had enough confidence to transition this timeline to the point Dr. Manhattan had mentioned as quickly as possible.
However, all his patience shattered in an instant when Soren was summoned to the palace by his father.
The man whom Soren called "father" grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the ground.
Soren collided with a chair, hitting his forehead.
Dazed, he clutched his head and stared blankly at his father.
Clark was immediately filled with rage.
His Soren, his star whom he cherished like life itself, how could anyone harm him like this?
How could someone be so cruel as to hurt their own flesh and blood, without a shred of guilt?
As the man advanced to grab Soren again, Clark seized him by the throat, his eyes bloodshot.
The fury and anguish made him want to crush the man's throat, but just as he was about to ask why he could be so heartless toward a child, the timeline rebooted once more.
Time surged forward, tearing him apart.
His body disassembled and reassembled in the reset of time; he gritted his teeth through all the pain, not uttering a sound.
The thirteen days and nights he spent here felt like pages flipping in a book, folding back together.
He reached out to grasp the flowing time, but it was futile.
…He returned once again to the moment he first arrived in this universe.
Once again, he saw a crying Soren in the garden corridor.
Time rebooted for the second time.
In agony, he squatted down in front of the weeping Soren, embracing his star in another dimension, heartbroken to the point of madness. "Why did you never tell me, Soren?"
"Why did you never tell me you had such a past?"
He asked Soren over and over, inquiring of the oblivious little prince, wiping away the tears from his face with his fingers, wishing he could just take Soren away from here.
Little Soren sensed someone was wiping his tears but could only look up, bewildered, at the empty surroundings that felt so desolate to him—
…Time rebooted for the third time.
When Clark arrived in the garden for the third time, he immediately picked up Soren.
He didn't want to believe anything Dr. Manhattan had said.
How could he stand by and watch Soren endure this damned fate?
That was his Soren, his life.
How could he tolerate anyone treating Soren like this?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why???
He could no longer bear it.
He wanted to take Soren away from here.
He wanted to leave this universe with Soren.
He wanted to bring Soren back to Earth.
He was Clark Kent; he was Superman.
He had conquered an entire universe.
If he wished, he could certainly—overcome that invisible so-called fate.
He used the fastest speed he had ever achieved, surpassing light speed, transcending time, and breaking through the seams of the universe with Soren.
In one picosecond, he reached the edge of this universe, but just as he was about to cross it, the torrent of time spread out beneath his feet.
The entire universe was splitting, shattering, becoming a series of memory fractures.
He was swept away by the flow of time, disassembled as he watched Soren disappear from his grasp.
Fate took Soren away right before his eyes, leaving not even a glimmer of light—
…Time rebooted for the fourth time.
…Time rebooted for the fifth time.
…Time rebooted for the two hundred thirty-first time..
He arrived before the crying Soren for the one thousand eight hundred twenty-first time.
He finally realized that even with speed surpassing light, even having become the most powerful being in the universe, he could not take Soren away from time.