Superman? Yeah. . . well, I used to be--I don't do that anymore. Hell, I do my best to be good now, much less super, and as you can see from the bottle, even good's out of reach on occasion.
A hero? Don't make me laugh. Heroes are awful hard to come by, and I am definitely not one. To be a hero, you have to have someone to save.
Look, I'm in no mood for a lecture; I've heard it all before: "There are innocents that need to be saved and evil that needs to be thwarted." Let me tell you something--there are no innocents and evil is a pain in the ass to thwart. Besides, no one wants to be saved anymore. Everybody's content with their own private hell, and I'd appreciate it if you let me get back to mine.
Don't ask me that. I hear it all the time. People like you always want to know, "What happened to you?" or "What's wrong with you?" There's not a damn thing wrong with me--it's the world that's screwed up. When a person tries his best to help people day in, day out and the only thing he gets in return is "Why aren't you doing more?" it gets very old, very fast. When a person does all he can to. . . nevermind. This is an old argument; just leave me be.
Do you not understand English? LEAVE ME ALONE. I don't want to talk about it. How the Hell is talking to you going to help? It'll make me feel better? Yeah, every time I need to cheer myself up, I drag out the past and dredge up some old ghosts. Ghosts, by the way, with very personal vendettas and absolutely no consciences. Their only purpose is to cause me pain and they are very good at it, so forgive me, but I don't see how talking is going to help.
Healing? Don't make me laugh. I'm the man of steel--I'm invulnerable; nothing can hurt me. Except Kryptonite, right. Only there hasn't been any Kryptonite around for years. What? What about the past? Sure it can hurt, but there's nothing you can do but deal with it.
If I tell you about it, will you go away? She cheated on me, okay. I came in from saving the world, again, and she was with someone else. Are you happy now? How did it make me feel? I was pissed--rightfully so, I think. I mean how would you feel if you walked in and found the woman you love fucking somebody else?
Look; I'm sorry I lost it. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that; I know you were only trying to help. You need to understand though, that some things can't just be talked out, and for me this is one of those things. Her betrayal hurt me more than anything--even dying. That's why I walked away. I lost my faith in everything that was good. She was the embodiment of everything I wanted to protect, to save. When I lost that, I lost my reason for being a hero.