All Is Not Lost

_{And yet, Alec finds himself asking, as if there’s still a seed of hope inside his barren chest, “Could you not … tell him? Who you are?”}

_{Nightlock flicks his wrist again, another pulse of kinetic energy distorting the rain, this time like a boomerang. It bounces back and rain water splatters up against Alec’s boots.}

_{“I could. I definitely could. Perhaps it would be less hypocritical of me to do so, if I am to sit on rooftops with you and tell you that all is not lost.”}

Chapter 10, superman and the divided sky (a cold night for good deeds)