"No, not like that, move your arm up-

"Oof! Okay, that was a lucky hit-

"You have to move faster-

"Okay, we should-

Conversations ringing through the air. The clanging of various weapons striking each other or glancing off aura. Indicators sounding at each loss, beeping when certain percentages were reached. Arms and legs whishing through the air. The heavy breathing and pumping heartbeats of so many people taking part in substantial physical activity.

Clark was aware of all those sounds in the crowded training grounds, although he didn't give them any particular attention. Each raised platform had people sparring or discussing how to improve their tactics. Since the Vytal festival was only a few days away, even more people had booked rings to get some final practice in. Among them was Team CFVY, who would be one of the teams representing Beacon Academy in the tournament.

"Come on Fox! Are those swords on your arms or butter knives? You have to try harder than that if you want to go into the doubles!" Coco said as she dodged her teammate's attacks.

"Is she always that provocative?" Clark asked the V and Y of the team, who were also sitting by and watching.

"She's acting that way to make sure Fox will keep his cool during the tournament." Velvet replied from Clark's right. "She's not always like that."

"No, but she does enjoy it." Yatsuhashi said.

Velvet nodded. "That too."

Clark rolled his eyes. Coco was grinning way too much for her attitude to only be a way to help Fox with a temper. Her taunts succeeded in making him a little fiercer in his jabs, but the extra effort was more a sign of him wanting to prove that he should fight in the doubles, rather than anger at her words.

Coco danced around him, and Clark could easily see from the way she held her purse that it was far heftier than it appeared. It was a mini-gun after all. He hadn't been sure why she'd brought it, using a weapon like that here put her at a disadvantage that she wouldn't have in the tournament. She couldn't use it in such a crowded area, and the ring here was smaller than it would be in the tournament.

Not that it seemed to be a problem for her. She wielded it handily, the sound each thud of it hitting Fox showed how much damage it could do. They were almost as good of a sign as his aura plummeting with every blow.

Clark wasn't really a big fan of watching people pummel each other, but Qrow and Ms. Goodwitch had both suggested he try to watch other fighters. They'd focused on training him to fight a single enemy that fought like nobody else they'd ever encountered. Watching and learning from other fighting styles might fill in some blanks or give him some ideas.

Asking to spectate team CFVY's training session had been easy enough. Coco had been pretty quick to say yes, which Clark hoped didn't mean she had anything planned. She'd been worryingly inactive in her teasing of him and Velvet.

Until she did something, Clark would watch as she and Fox fought. With his perception time, he could consider each of their moves for as long as he wanted. It normally activated when he went super-speed, but now he could do it at will.

If he wanted, the entire world could seem frozen to Clark as he scrutinized their moves.

"You know, arrogance really isn't cool." Fox said as he swiped an arm blade at Coco.

She dodged it. "It's only arrogance if I'm wrong. Face it Fox, I'm totally going into the doubles."

Watching them fight wasn't helpful in the ways Clark had expected. Coco and Fox both moved far more acrobatically than Clark would in a fight, flipping and leaping all over the place. That wasn't his style. Even if it was, the phantom would probably smack him out of the air if he tried.

That's not to say observing Coco and Fox fight was pointless. The basic blocking and footwork that had been drilled into Clark came far more naturally to them. They also used variations that Clark hadn't learned yet, which he made sure to file away to ask about and practice later.

In a couple minutes, the fight between Coco and Fox ended as expected. Fox was knocked down by another strike from Coco's purse, and his aura dropped to eighteen percent. They'd agreed to stop at twenty or below, and Coco still stood with a healthy forty-two percent.

"I'm going into the doubles." Coco announced proudly. She offered a hand to help Fox back up.

"Alright, alright." Fox grabbed it and stood up with a good-natured smile. "I would have had you with a little bit more time though."

"Woulda shoulda coulda." Coco recited. She walked down from the platform and wiped some sweat from her brow. "Yatsu, Velvet, your turn."

As the two went up, Coco and Fox grabbed some water. By the time they returned, the aura indicator was connected to their scrolls and they were ready.

"Alright, showtime!" Coco shouted. Velvet shot forward immediately. Yatsuhashi took a stance and held up his large, copper-tinted sword.

"Does Velvet not have a weapon?" asked Clark with a hint of concern. He didn't doubt her fighting capabilities. Some of the other girls here were brutal fighters, but it still didn't feel right to sit by as she went up against a seven-foot colossus.

"She does, but she's under strict orders not to use it." Coco answered.

Clark looked at Coco curiously but didn't question it. Velvet was holding her own against Yatsuhashi well enough bare-handed. Or rather, metal-footed, since Velvet's fighting style focused on kicking. She was more agile than Yatsuhashi. Faster too, but not as much as Clark had expected. Yatsuhashi could swing that sword around like it hardly weighed anything. It provided a pretty strong defense, especially when he held it up to shield himself.

There was no banter between the two like there had been between Coco and Fox. They silently sparred with intense purpose. Eyes focused and their movements controlled. Clark normally wouldn't have expected the gentle Yatsuhashi to fight like this, and it was even more of a surprise from the normally timid Velvet.

Clark's fist tightened every time the huge slab of metal missed Velvet by inches. He knew that she was safe with aura, but it wasn't easy to watch. She was incredibly flexible, but unable to avoid every attack. Yatsuhashi did more than just slash and stab, he punched and slapped with his free hand too. Velvet took those hits well, but Clark noticed how she expertly lightened her stance. She rolled with the punches rather than try to withstand them.

That was something Clark would need experience with. He'd once stood in front of a careening bus and brought it to a sudden stop, he was too used to easily withstanding physical attacks. Too used to dealing with using overwhelming speed and strength against most enemies.

That wouldn't work against the phantom. If he attacked during the night, he would be just as powerful as Clark.

Velvet snuck in a kick on Yatsu's cheek. The blow knocked the man's head back, but he grunted and maintained his balance.

Clark rubbed his own cheek, where the kryptonite charged phantom had punched him. No, the phantom might not just be as powerful as Clark. He might even be more so. If he attacked at night again, and had found more kryptonite to empower himself, Clark's only chance would be through better fighting technique. Not greater strength or speed.

"She's really good, huh?"

"Hm, what?" Clark was snapped out of his thoughts by Coco. She was sitting by his side, where Yatsuhashi had been.

"I said she's really good, isn't she?" Coco said with a wide grin.

"Yeah, she is." Clark agreed uncertainly. He didn't like the look of this.

"Thought so, you were watching her pretty intently. Something catch your attention? Anything you like?"

"I'm . . . not sure what you mean." Clark's eyes flitted back to the spar. He hadn't realized until now just how . . . flattering Velvet's outfit was. It covered a lot of skin, but hid little of her figure. It was shown off with every move she made, especially when jumping and flipping.

"Sure you don't." Coco patted his shoulder.

"She's an excellent fighter." Clark responded casually. Hoping that she wouldn't dig any further. "She's weaving around Yatsuhashi's sword easily, and her flexibility is really impressive."

"Her flexibility?" Coco's smile stretched even wider. "I'm surprised you of all people mentioned it, considering the implications."

"Um . . . what implications?"

She rolled her eyes and gave him a knowing look, but after a few seconds her smile faltered. "Clark, really?" Her disappointment echoed in her voice. "Flexibility?"

It didn't ring any bells for Clark.

She sighed. "In the bedroom?"

What did that have to do with-?

"Oh!" Clark shot straight up from the bench. "No! I was not thinking anything like that!"

Fox burst out laughing. He hadn't been looking at them, but apparently had been listening the whole time. Meanwhile, Coco shook her head. As if disappointed in Clark.

Disappointed in him? How could she make jokes like that without a hint of embarrassment?

He heard her mutter. "Can't believe he's that much of a farmboy."

"Alright, alright, very funny." Clark sat back down. "Can we just watch them fight?"

Thankfully, both Yatsuhashi and Velvet had ignored Clark's outburst and continued fighting. That made sense, after all, they'd be fighting in front of thousands of people. They couldn't let themselves be distracted.

In a few minutes, no matter how well Velvet evaded Yatsuhashi, she lost. Her kicks didn't do much against his aura, but Yatsuhashi's strength did put a lot of power behind the few blows he could land on her. Clark noted that the big guy also conserved his strength until he was sure he could land a hit. He put his entire body into his blows in those moments.

With Clark and the phantom's stamina, conserving energy wasn't too important. Although watching how Yatsuhashi's whole body shifted to put more power into those few sure blows was helpful.

Clark had learned to be careful of that thanks to Qrow. Putting his whole body into a punch could be catastrophic.

Unless the phantom was on the other end of Clark's fist. There'd be no holding back there.

The fight between the two ended. Yatsuhashi's aura at fifty-seven percent, and Velvet's had gone down to seventeen.

"Here you go you two." Coco tossed them extra water bottles she'd picked up.

They nodded in thanks and gulped down the drinks. Worryingly, Coco took Velvet to the side and whispered something to her.

It took an enormous amount of willpower for Clark not to listen in, he instead forced himself to listen to the heartbeats of the people still training. Trying to guess what they looked like based on how the sounds echoed throughout their bodies. The armor that some wore threw Clark off a bit, but he was getting better at it. He could get a general sense of how much muscle and fat a person had and their size.

"So Clark, how long are you going to be around after the Vytal Festival?" asked Coco. She and Velvet had returned, but the faunus was biting her lip and looking away nervously.

What in the world had Coco told her? "I'm not sure." Clark said.

"Weren't you only going to stay for a few weeks longer?" Fox brought up.

"That was the plan, but . . . something came up." Clark didn't explain further. He honestly had no clue how soon he'd be able to catch the phantom. Nothing showed up in the news, and it had been weeks since Clark had first confronted him. According to Ozpin and Qrow, the phantom had only attacked Amber's ship. Even though they didn't say why he'd want to. Keeping their secrets looked to be more important to them than working together.

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"You really don't have any idea when you're going back?" asked Coco.

Clark shrugged.

"Well we're here if you need anything." Velvet placed a hand on his shoulder, her previous embarrassment forgotten. "You miss being back home, right? I understand."

"Thanks." Clark smiled warmly at the gesture. At least things had been settled between the two of them. They were attracted to each other, but understood why they shouldn't pursue a deeper relationship. She was a good friend. Everyone in team CFVY was.

"You two would have been so cute together," said the team's leader. "Maybe you still could be."

"Coco!" Velvet's hand flew off Clark's chest and she glared at Coco.

It was . . . really cute. More a pout than a glare with the way her lips twisted together and her ears shot up straight.

"Calm down, it was just a joke." Coco said with an amused smile. "I get it. You two are happy enough being friends."

"Yes, we are." Clark said, and Velvet nodded in agreement.

"It's clear that you two like each other though." Yatsuhashi said.

Really? Him of all people? And Fox didn't even look surprised. Had Clark been that obvious?

"Okay, guys, come on." Clark said. Having Coco butt in was intrusive enough, he didn't need Velvet's whole team to comment on it. "The decision to date each other is between us."

"Fine fine." Coco said. "I'm done playing matchmaker anyway. Don't know about these two." She pointed with her thumb at the guys.

"Hey, I'm happy enough to let you two work it out." Fox said.

"Me too." Yatsuhashi quickly added.

Neither Clark or Velvet responded.

". . . You mad at us?" asked Coco. Clark wasn't sure who that was directed to, or whether it was for both him and Velvet.

"I'm not mad, just annoyed." Clark explained.

"Well I am mad." Velvet said with a huff. Her teammates' eyes widened in surprise. "But I'll get over it."

"Whew." Coco said with relief. The others calmed down as well. It didn't seem like Velvet got angry at them often.

After that was settled, the team started working on team moves for the first round. They were incredibly coordinated, and there were more than a few people besides Clark who spectated. It was the best time to gather intel on competitors. Team CFVY didn't take notice of them. Maybe the team was just that confident, and they probably still had some tricks up their sleeves.

Since Coco didn't even transform her purse into a mini-gun once, and Velvet hadn't even taken out her weapon.

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"Gotta say Ironwood, I really enjoy our little chats." Roman Torchwick sat on the other side of the table. "Let's me really know that you care."

The criminal stretched his lips in a wide, confident smile. Albeit a strained one. Being a prisoner for weeks had cut into even his easygoing demeanor, and this interrogation room exacerbated his unease. Neopolitan had responded much the same after her time on the ship.

"I come here because Cinder was willing to let Grimm loose in the middle of Vale." Ironwood said. "She may be a prisoner on my ship, but her allies can't be allowed to run free."

Ironwood had maintained that lie for weeks. Torchwick had been arrested not even an hour after Cinder's escape, there had been no way for the thief to know.

"Mmm, yeah. I can see why you'd think that." Torchwick nodded slowly. He treated the interrogation as a joke, as he usually did.

"You made quite a name for yourself even before the Breach." Ironwood spoke calmly. "You could earn amnesty for some of your crimes if you tell us what Cinder's plans are and her subordinates' locations."

"Yeah, I'll make sure to let you know once I find out."

As sarcastic as Torchwick was about his ignorance, the thief really didn't know much. He hadn't responded at all to Ironwood's vague hints about maidens, Relics, or Salem. Torchwick hadn't even known that Cinder worked for another.

"You've been very uncooperative."

Torchwick gave an exaggerated gasp. "I'm so glad you noticed! With all the questioning I thought you'd never get it."

Torchwick wasn't loyal to Cinder, the general had spent enough time with him to realize that he was only a self-serving crook. If he'd known anything, he would have given it to save himself. Unless he believed keeping it to himself was saving him.

"Cinder is far from infallible." Ironwood said. "Do you honestly think her allies could hurt you? On my ship? You can speak safely."

"I bet those people in the middle of Vale thought they were safe too." Torchwick said. "Then, the Breach happened." He leaned back, but even as much as he tried, he couldn't get into a relaxed pose. Ironwood saw how tense he was.

"And you were nearly thwarted by a single team from Beacon led by one Signal teacher." Ironwood said. "You were rushed, and the plan was sloppy. We already knew from previous captured White Fang that you had some sort of operation in the southeast. Of course we'd investigate."

Torchwick snorted, unimpressed. "You only found out because a little girl fell in a hole."

"Again, your train almost didn't run because of that 'little girl' and her friends."

Ironwood let Torchwick stew on that. If a group of inexperienced students and only a single fully-fledged huntsman could do that, then what hope would any of Cinder's future plans have against all of his forces?

Of course, that unspoken question was only an opening. Ironwood had more weapons in his arsenal. "Consider this." He said. "Am I even supposed to know about Cinder? Weren't she, Mercury Black, and Emerald Sustrai supposed to stay at Beacon undiscovered?"

Torchwick shrugged. "Maybe."

"Those three were supposed to stay undercover, that much is obvious. Yet what happened? We captured her. She was caught red-handed at the CCT."

"Maybe she wanted to be caught."

"No, she did not." Ironwood could say that with absolute certainty.

"Sure, whatever makes you prouder in your military."

If Ironwood's soldiers had been responsible for her capture, he might have taken offense to that.

Torchwick hid his emotions well, but Ironwood caught the small, nervous tic in his fingers. It had been weeks since the thief had access to his cigars, he no longer had them to comfort him.

"You're holding back information for no reason." The general told him. "Cinder's plans are in total disarray, and she can't go out there to fix them. Instead she's stuck on my ship. My soldiers and the Valean police are on the lookout for Black and Sustrai. I only need their locations and Cinder's last orders to you and them. Even botched, her plans might still do some damage. Do you really want to be responsible for that? You're already looking to spend a lifetime in prison."

"Hmm, sounds like there's nothing to lose then." By now it was obvious how Torchwick used his disparaging comments to conceal his doubt.

"I was being generous, there's a chance you could be executed. If you talk, that could be avoided, and you have something to gain. Partial amnesty, remember?"

For a few moments, Torchwick seemed to consider it. From the circumstances Ironwood had lain out, his boss must look to be in hot water, and her plans a mess. Torchwick had to see reason.

The thief shook his head. "Sorry, maybe if you get me my hat and some cigars, I'll talk." He said with a wide, but strained grin.

Ironwood scowled. He still had confidence that he was safer working with Cinder than cooperating with the general.

Fine, Ironwood had another method.

"Your partner, Neopolitan." Ironwood said. "We still haven't identified her, and neither of you have been very forthcoming with her true identity."

"It's okay. Even if you can't find that out, your military's at least good for something. Like letting kids do their work. Isn't that what happened at the Breach?"

Torchwick had gained confidence again. He thought that Ironwood had surrendered, when he was merely putting another plan into action.

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to tell me her true name now?"

Torchwick gave him a toothy grin.

"I thought so." Ironwood said. "She is a rather dangerous individual with her semblance. It must be very useful, and would explain some of your escapes from otherwise secure prisons."

"Yeah, I can't take all the credit."

"She is so dangerous, in fact, that I'm sure Vale wouldn't mind her being someone else's problem."

Torchwick's grin no longer reached his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, that it might be possible to find some evidence that Neopolitan is an Atlesian citizen. That would be incredibly fortunate since Atlas would be far better equipped to detain her, and I doubt that anyone in Vale will complain if she's locked away somewhere more secure."

"Pretty sure you can't just do that." The thief spat out.

"Do you have any proof that she's a Valean citizen? A name? Even so, does she have any family or friends in Vale who'll speak out against a dangerous criminal being transferred to another prison?"

Torchwick remained silent. Glaring at the general with barely concealed fury. One of the strongest reactions he'd shown during his incarceration.

It was interesting that Torchwick hadn't responded with an actual name or other way to prove that Neopolitan was Valean. Did he lack them?

Even if he hadn't, Ironwood was sure he could manage to put the mute woman in an Atlesian prison.

"Neopolitan could be put in one of the most well-defended prisons in Atlas. Far from you without a chance to ever escape. Or perhaps she could be put in a more remote one." Ironwood suggested. "Even with our teams of therapists, prisons are still incredibly prone to Grimm attacks. With aura cuffs, she wouldn't stand a chance against them."

Torchwick stood suddenly, his chair falling back and ringing off the metal floor. The door swung open, and the general held an arm for the soldiers to stay back.

"Fine." The thief bared his teeth. "Maybe you can do that. What do you want?"

"I want to know what Cinder has planned," replied Ironwood. Meeting the criminal's eyes calmly. "Sit back down."

For a few seconds, Torchwick didn't make a move. Then, he reached down and propped up his chair.

Once he sat down, the thief shook his head. "Nice try, but you'll have to do better if you want to get something out of me."

Ironwood merely nodded. "I will." He said, before leaving the room and ordering the guards to return the thief to his cell.

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It was a nice house. Wide open rooms, curtains drawn across the windows, and the dim light reflected off the green paint in the living room. Normally, He would have found this tint ugly, but it somehow worked here.

Another nice thing was that this house was isolated.

A one-armed blond man sat in the center of the living room, unconscious, and chained to a wooden chair. Opposite him stood what appeared to be a young man. Well-muscled, sporting a handsome face with a strong chin, a head of dark hair, and shining blue eyes.

The first was a huntsman, the second was an inhuman monster. Him.

Names weren't that as important to Him, He'd hardly bothered to learn the huntsman's, although He could recall it with ease. His memory in this body was amazing, much better than the shambling humans He'd been forced to possess as a phantom.

Despite His indifference to names. Cinder and her little cronies wanted one to call Him by. So He'd agreed to be called the Traveler. More of a title, but it was good enough.

The chained huntsman had barely given Him any entertainment. The blond had used some sort of stupid axe gun to defend himself. It had melted at a glance. As expected, aura was little more than a limited shell that protected the squishy human inside. A few slaps had been all it had taken to get rid of it.

Of course, He had been curious about a few things. So after He'd knocked out the huntsman, He'd dragged him to this house and tied him up. Then, He'd killed the people who'd lived here.

That had brought up something still new to Him. Some slight guilt. One of the residents had only been a child, but they'd seen His face. He wasn't quite ready to bring Clark's attention on him yet. Plus, Cinder had asked for this done discreetly.

Breaking into a random house in Mistral certainly wasn't discreet. He'd make sure to clean up after He was done.

One thing He'd tried was seeing how well aura could stand up to heat vision.

The answer? Not very well. He'd ordered the huntsman to concentrate it on his arm, and then fired on it. Which was why the huntsman's right arm was a charred stump. To be fair, aura did protect from some low-level heat. The man had still felt it though, but it didn't stand a chance when He ramped up the intensity.

Then again, He could vaporize metal without full power. What chance did humans have even with some magic soul shield?

Well, it didn't seem to be magic exactly. He'd confirmed that He was vulnerable to magic just like Clark was, and aura infused attacks didn't hurt Him like magic did.

After a short while, the huntsman's steady breathing and heartbeat became uneven. Signaling that he was waking up, and he raised his lolling head.

"Mmpf?" There was a gag covering his mouth, and he blinked a couple times in confusion. Suddenly, he went still, and raised his right arm. Staring at the seared end just below the elbow.

The huntsman screamed. Or tried to. It was a good thing He'd placed a gag on him; His acute hearing was incredibly useful, but inconvenient at times. Even the rattling of the chain as the huntsman fought to escape was mildly annoying.

"Don't worry." He said. "You lost your arm in the service of science."

Heavy, panicked breathing was his response. Difficult with his mouth obstructed by the gag.

"Yeah, sorry. That joke was in bad taste." He smiled viciously, perfectly lined teeth shown off to show just how little He actually cared. "You're probably wondering why you're here. The thing is, I actually don't know either."

His captive made a questioning sound. The confusion clear in his eyes.

"Well, someone wants you dead, I can tell you that much." He answered, giving him that much. "But if you want to know why, then you're out of luck. I didn't bother to ask."

Why should He? He didn't care about whatever plans Cinder had, as long as she kept up her end of the bargain. This world was nothing, He was only interested in getting back to Earth.

"And again, I get why it would be confusing." He nodded. "If I want to kill you, why are you still alive?"

The huntsman stared at him, still clueless.

"To explain that, I want to tell you a little something. When I was younger-" Well, not Him exactly, but He had the memories. "a friend of mine accidentally mixed two things. Two things you find in pretty much every house. It was a disaster. The police were called, crews of people had to decontaminate the entire house. Everyone who'd been there had to go to the hospital. They all lived though, except for the dog."

From behind the kitchen counter, He pulled out a plastic bottle and a big red container.

"Those two things were vinegar and bleach. You could buy them at any grocery store and no one would bat an eye." Bat an eye. The human phrases in His memory were so strange, but He liked them.

"Anyway, something interesting happens when you mix the two together. It makes chlorine gas, and I'm curious to see exactly what it does to someone."

The huntsman's eyes had widened at the mention of chlorine, and he struggled harder in his chains. Huntsmen seemed to be stronger than normal humans, which was why He'd used those instead of rope.

With a sudden flash, He appeared behind the chair and steadied it with inhuman strength. "Careful, you might just . . ." With a couple fingers he held the seat and pushed until it was fully diagonally. "Tip."

He shoved the chair back up on its four legs. Then, He calmly walked over to the kitchen, grabbed a large pot and brought everything over to the huntsman. Not too close that he might kick it or fall onto it. That would ruin all the fun.

He unscrewed the bottles of bleach and vinegar, then poured both liquids into the steel pot. Reaching in with a hand, and His sleeve rolled back, He mixed the concoction slowly. Whistling a tune He remembered learning back in kindergarten.

Soon, yellow fumes started to creep out. He inhaled deeply.

"Huh, sort of reminds me of a swimming pool." He commented, and the shock in the huntsman's eyes was exquisite. For the cherry on top, He shifted His face to a chalky gray. He'd learned to do it without sunlight hitting his face and gave the huntsman some idea of what he was dealing with.

Or rather, what he wasn't dealing with.

Chlorine was heavier than air, so it started to fill up the pot. He blew some of the gas to huntsman.

Who was trying to hold his breath. Cute.

Even so, his eyes started to water, and even before the first intake of air he winced. Exposed skin reddened and formed blisters.

Intently, He reached forward and pulled off the gag. The huntsman coughed hard and wheezed from so much of the chlorine gas. It reacted with the water and mucus in his respiratory tracts and lungs, forming deadly acid that He watched eat into various tissue. X-ray vision really was a blast.

As He watched, His smile faded. Humans were so fragile, so easily hurt and killed. The items had been lying around a random house, He hadn't even needed any special preparation.

They were so delicate, but despite that, they could be amazing in their own way.

His apathy towards names was focused mostly on a name for Himself. There were names that mattered to Him. Pete Ross, Chloe Sullivan, his best friends. Who would eventually be His. Lana Lang, the love of his and His life. Jonathan and Martha Kent, loving, wonderful parents.

Clark had such a wonderful life, and what had he done? Watch his father die from a heart attack instead of demanding that Jor-El help. Keep his secret from Lana and ultimately push her away into Lex's arms. Whine about how his abilities made him different and wished to be a powerless human.

That wasn't how He was going to do things. He'd make things right between Him and Lana. He'd go back to Earth, use the loads of kryptonite there, and use his powers properly. When He did, he'd happily accept two names. The only names that were good enough for Him.

Clark Kent the human and Kal-El the Kryptonian.