The Choice of a Civilization

"Why? Why did you choose to become my son?" He-El sat in the steel chair, leaning back against it with his chin slightly raised, looking down on He-El 320 from above. Just moments ago, he had shouted, "I am Dad's son!" He had loudly and solemnly declared that he wanted to become his son. When He-El 320 loudly proclaimed that he wanted to become He-El's son, Ciri's strange gaze turned into one of admiration. A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of her lips as she nodded.