No. I know my world's Kal, a happy, loving father with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

( doesn't know. knows of. )

But I know myself, too. Not your version of me, but me. And I? I can't stand guys who stand above others like they're hot shit, demanding obedience and order. I'd get right in his face, call him a shitstain against the multiverse. Tell me I'd live through that.