"Hopefully ..." Clark says, Managing to pull it together for a while was hard, and it's only getting harder. He's never been exposed to kryptonite, even the tiny shards in him for this long, and with every passing moment it's feeling worse. He's been focusing through the pain, but he can't do that much longer. Everything burns, worst of all where the shards are embedded. His head is spinning, and his stomach is turning. He takes a step forward, but stumbles, dropping on to one knee, a hand moving to clutch his chest, where several of the shards are embedded.

"Then ... let's ... go." He says, trying to get back to his feet. He's going to need some help.