Kara smiled wistfully at Pirogoeth's description. "Someone who understands," she says. "That's refreshing." She tucked back a lock of her hair. "I was under long enough to have lost a lot of my memories," she said. "Sometimes something will trigger a new memory, but more often than not, the new memory is something that's dark and unwanted - a memory that leaves me wishing that I won't remember anymore. I sometimes can't help but wonder if not remembering will give me the fresh start that I need." Kara had blood on her hands. Her mother's blood. The blood of her classmates. She remembered this, and she tried hard to ignore it, all the more so because the entire reason she was put in suspended animation - the entire reason she was sent to Earth - was to kill her baby cousin.

Her baby cousin who was now a fully grown adult and Earth's greatest champion.

"Seven goddesses?" Kara asked after a moment. "We only have one god. Rao," she said. "He was a god who ignited our sun." She looked off into the center of the temple, thinking hard. "There was a goddess, to, Cythonna. Where Rao was the sun, warmth, and heat, she was his exact opposite - ice, frostiness, and cold. Rao imprisoned her in another dimension after the Wars of Fire and Ice." She looked back at Pirogoeth. "I don't know what happened to her, but I sometimes feel as though, with her having been imprisoned, Krypton lost some of its balance."