Them too.

 

His head.

 

Yep.

 

He knew exactly what that line of the report meant.

 

He was dying. It had been thirty years and the time was coming.

 

Everything was accelerating. The piper needed to be paid. And he was the only

one who could do it.

 

He was the dark side of Superman.

 

And his kryptonite was right inside him.

 

My kryptonite is me.

 

They had designed him to eventually detonate, spontaneously combust, fall apart,

wither and dissolve. He didn’t know what it exactly would entail. And really

didn’t give a shit.

 

The result is the same.