Hey, knock-off! I don't care how powerful you think you are--I'm still the real Super-Man of China!
I've gotta be honest. I don't know a thing about ideals. Maybe because I don't have any. But here's what I do know...Deilan and Baixi are my friends. My first real friends since mom died. No way I'm letting them get hurt.
I let myself feel the wind. And the sky. And how high up we are. And how much danger we're in. I'm suddenly so overwhelmed that I forget myself for just a moment--and then I feel something else. Something familiar, only I never paid attention before. The energy around me...My belly. The core of my being. That's where Superman's qi wants to go. His life force--my life force--heats my whole body up like a stove.
This doofus thinks he can take away what makes me super! He can't! I trained too hard! These powers are mine! Mine! ALL I AM IS POWER!
Just so you know, Kwang-Jo, I like you! Which is why I'm gonna make your death as spectacular as I can!
Things aren't perfect. And they never will be. But when I look around, when I really pay attention to what's in my life right now -- I have to admit that I have so much. The goodness that is -- is so, so good.
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