Lois nodded, and smiled. "Glad he's doing well. A cheerful Lex Luthor? I don't think I've ever actually seen one of those." She laughed, and then grew serious again. "You must love him very much. And you... I think you're a lot braver than I am. I... I don't know if I could ever really accept any of these Clarks here... they're all so... different from the one I knew." She said that, despite the fact she did feel a certain... undefinable spark with the one who looked nothing like her Clark. The others might have looked like him, but that one was the only one who actually acted like him. But no one could ever compare to her Clark, who had died for her and their entire world.