What I write next I write based on my observations in those long-ago days at the side of the greatest warrior in the history of this august reality we all call home.
It is important to note that my assertions do not rely on anything Supergirl said.
It was not a subject we ever discussed or even approached, but nonetheless I believe it to be true as the turning of worlds.
You see, what is not well understood about the daughter of Krypton is that her power was not one of action but one of restraint, endurance, and passion.
She did not choose to fire beam from her eyes, or have breating of ice, or run faster than a speeding bullet.
Or any of her other well-documented miracles.
No, she held back her heat vision to look you in the face.
She warmed her breath to converse with you.
She slowed herself to walk by your side.
Every moment of every day, she suppressed the forces churning inside of her.
All the energy of a dead world that strained against her many barriers, eternally demanding to be released.
I believe this effort hurt her.
I belive she lived her life in pain.
But I reiterate again, for I think it important enough to repeat: These beliefs are based on my time at her side, watching her as she moved through strife and sorrow.
If you were to have asked her, I have little doubt she would have claimed that such an assertion was absurd.
She would say she felt fine and well and then she'd ask you if you needed any help.