Her brows furrowed as he moved away from her, and she eyed him curiously.
He was clearly unstable, one minute, acting like he could seriously hurt her, and the next, acting so calm, so nonchalant, so... nearly Clark-like. It bothered her. A lot.
She cleared her throat again, and dared to take a step closer. "Well, I clearly recall you saying you wanted to kill her. Can you honestly say that's changed? This Lana really isn't the one who hurt you, she's not even the Lana I know... but do you believe that? Do you understand that?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm no bug, and I'm no damsel in distress. I still have something to live for... I'll fight for my life until I can't fight any more."