Heartbeat, breath of life, light of his eyes.

He grins at the water crashing against his makeshift dam. It worked, against every odd. It worked! All the people in the village below are safe from drowning, not that this is a safe area to live in. Still, he has work to do. There’s Luthor to catch, and Jimmy could do with a pickup, and he really should get onto Bruce so that relief can be organised, and check that his identity isn’t under threat. The list aligns in his head to the steady beat of twin heartbeats and the soft rasp of lungs, the rasp wheeze of Lois his angel and world.(Clark's view of the end of the first Christopher Reeve Superman movie)