Superman listened to what the other Councilmen had to say. So far, it was pretty much split. He let out a sigh as he went to speak.

"I'm going to admit something - I've never dealt with this sort of thing. At least not in this sort of magnitude. Cloning and Kryptonian DNA is hard. Before and after Kon, I've dealt with clones of me that literally disintegrated in mind and body." He was referring to the first two Bizarros that his Luthor had created. All that so Luthor could have something of him. "As it stood, though, they were still living and I had to protect them from both themselves and those around them."

"However, this isn't the case. What we're dealing with here, if what we heard is right, is nothing more than an organ bank. And that, I feel, we can't allow to keep going. As everyone's said, Stacy can take care of her needs, she doesn't need to use something this inhumane. At the same time, though..." he let out a sigh and sat back. "...I am abstaining from deciding what becomes of the clone itself."

Sorry, Kon. Sorry, Fate. Getting involved in this from the get-go has made him a bit weary of wanting to make a choice.