Hope. Clark shrugged a little, as if he were partially agreeing with Dick. Maybe. A little hope might have gone a long way with some folks. It was merely the matter of inspiring said hope within them that Clark found was difficult. He liked to think that he had managed it before - those people that he sometimes encountered and ended up helping out on a personal level, Clark tried talking to them in a way that would guarantee that they'd try to accomplish better things and believe that there was indeed good out there for them to latch onto. But he was simply one man. And there was an entire world out there that needed help. Maybe they'd find it one day - hopefully in each other, if nowhere else. Clark looked over at Dick thoughtfully, wanting to press him about his answer. He found himself incapable when Dick instead pressed on himself, questioning Clark about flight.
That was unfair. Clark was under a truth-telling...thing. He didn't like being questioned when he had no choice but to respond. Looking a little affronted, Clark shook his head and shrugged once more. "I used to think it was impossible. Then I met Kara and a few others from Krypton and saw them do it, so now I believe that if you're capable, sure. Or if you're in an airplane." He remembered Lex asking him a similar question once. Do you believe a man can fly? Lex, it seemed, wanted to believe so. But Lex had believed in a lot of things and not all of them were what Clark considered as good. "I also think it's dangerous. Terrifying. I'm...sort of afraid of heights." Clark peered down across the edge of the roof. He had somewhat managed to master this fear by using his strength to propel himself from the ground in massive jumps, but it still wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world to look off the edge of a building and think that you were going to topple over and spiral out of control to the ground below. Not that Clark would die if he hit the ground, but it was still an uncomfortable notion. "What's with all the questions, Dick?"