Kon really didn't know much about Moriarty. He knew it was reckless to go into the field without all the information, but he still wanted to help. He still felt useless sitting and waiting for word from the doctors who seemed to want to take their sweet time in giving up any information. "Dick is probably interogating a doctor about now.." He trailed off with a small sigh and leaned against the planter box looking tired and sad. Feeling helpless was scary. Kon rubbed at his eyes in attempt to see a little more clearly through the anger that clouded them, but it didn't work much.
Pity wasn't something the boy ever would have wanted, so the fact she didn't was probably for the best. He didn't think he was in need of pity, why should anyone else? Save the pity for those weaker then him was his motto. He leaned back slighty and looked up at the moon and the starts. It was strange to think that some of the other worlds he'd visited back home now didn't even exist most likely. It made Earth seem so small and insignificant. He wondered how Clark found the strength to protect it. All Kon wanted to do was go home. Any minute Lois would walk out and chide him for being lazy and a scaredy cat and the three of them would go home together and have Thanksgiving. For a moment they could almost be a normal family.
If he could help it he wouldn't hurt Emma. He wouldn't hurt anyone, he didn't want to. Thanks to Luthor's programming though he wasn't entirely sure he had a choice. If he snapped would he be able to snap back? What happened when the next time they visited the hospital it was because of him? He was angry at Lois. When Emma spoke he raised an eyebrow. "Maybe we're not doing it good enough that's all." It was obvious he really didn't understand how people worked. They didn't just wake up from injury on command.