"Now then, where was I? Oh yes. The last world, My world, though only by adoption. It has a bad tendency of being invaded by aliens. Twice now, it's been invaded, first by remnants of purists from my world who wanted to terraform Earth into a new Krypton. Second, by the warriors of Apocalypse, seeking to raise everything to the ground for the glory of Darkseid, their dark god and king."

"When the first one occurred, I was new to my power, and to knowing who I was, and the soldiers who came threatened me and the whole of the world. I had been adopted by humans, and had come to love the world. And I would not let it be massacred for the rise of a new version of my birth world."

He looks down at his hands.

"I took up arms against them, joining humans of the Amerian Military in a hail mary strike, very nearly dying in the process. A little over a year later, I did die, when a human madman, not happy with me being around, used the body of one of my dead people to create a monster, one who I died stopping." His hands tremble as he finishes that first part, and he sighs, raising, and finishing his drink, then raises his eyes.

"It would take the start of that second invasion for me to be brought back, and to nearly die again."