She sniffled as her opposite hand reaching over to touch his on her shoulder, showing she appreciated the gesture.
"He... he was always so amazing... and even in that... final moment... he still..." She let out a shaky breath. "He was in my arms, dying, and yet he still had to ask me if everyone was safe... if he'd managed to save us. And he had. Those were the last words he ever spoke."
She slowly looked up at him, and managed a small smile through her tears. "He may not have been human... but he was almost like... humanity, personified. Powers or no powers, he was Superman by choice. He chose to do good. He chose to be a hero. He was my hero... and that's only one of the reasons why I love him. But it was a pretty big reason." She sniffled. "And you know... if you're anything at all like him... you're probably pretty amazing, too."