Clark felt all the energy slowly draining from his body. He couldn't understand. This can't be Bart. How could he forget the first time? Or about his mother? Bart did go see her, Victor knew it too. The harsh part of this was, they were friends. They truly were. So why was this friend killing him now? He felt like speaking, but felt weaker. It was clear now, when Bart said it didn't work out like that.
"I know we're... not. Friends don't kill. Murder. Do this, and you'll be just like Lex.. who tortured you. And you are not a killer. You're.. a hero.. I still believe.." He coughed, gasping as he felt the rock on his chest. He stared up at the ceiling. His eyes became red, but before anything took place, the poison had reduced them to their normal color again. "You may not.. forgive yourself.. but I will. If I die, no one will trust you.. and Doomsday will still win. Especially.. if he.. comes here."