He turns to face her as well, when she sits wholly on the couch; it's a sudden shift that he was not expecting, for her to suddenly move this close to him willingly.
"No, you're not," he replies. The thought has occurred to him in the past; in many ways she acts similar to a Kryptonian before a flash of her humanity shows through. In the past it's made him wonder to which guild she would be best suited, with her temperament and interests. Jor-El reaches to his shoulders, slowly detaching his cape. "Nor are you from their versions of Earth, either."
"It means you have the capacity for much more than you think. Choice, free will, it's something you have available to you, Hayley. You are allowed to not know what is the 'right way' as according to others. It's their own path, not yours." The words are considerate, even in tone.
In his time here they've taken on a far greater meaning than he originally understood; on Krypton, it had largely been an abstract- an important one, one he thought they should return to, but until Keeliai he had not been able to appreciate it in full. Seeing it in practice was something that made it all the more real a tragedy that it was never achieved outside of Kal-El, though he found himself occasionally stalling and at a loss. Even away from Krypton, he was still limited by what he was born to do, despite doing the best he could to ignore his own mind.
"If you're still willing, I will teach you what I know, but I can't tell you what to think, or what to do. Those are your own choices to make." He pulls the cape to the side, before bringing it to the front, folding it.
"I think if you tried, though, you would find it possible to be as good as you hope to be. Our faults and mistakes don't make us evil unless we refuse to acknowledge and change them when they cause damage to others, and you haven't displayed either trait."
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"No, you're not," he replies. The thought has occurred to him in the past; in many ways she acts similar to a Kryptonian before a flash of her humanity shows through. In the past it's made him wonder to which guild she would be best suited, with her temperament and interests. Jor-El reaches to his shoulders, slowly detaching his cape. "Nor are you from their versions of Earth, either."
"It means you have the capacity for much more than you think. Choice, free will, it's something you have available to you, Hayley. You are allowed to not know what is the 'right way' as according to others. It's their own path, not yours." The words are considerate, even in tone.
In his time here they've taken on a far greater meaning than he originally understood; on Krypton, it had largely been an abstract- an important one, one he thought they should return to, but until Keeliai he had not been able to appreciate it in full. Seeing it in practice was something that made it all the more real a tragedy that it was never achieved outside of Kal-El, though he found himself occasionally stalling and at a loss. Even away from Krypton, he was still limited by what he was born to do, despite doing the best he could to ignore his own mind.
"If you're still willing, I will teach you what I know, but I can't tell you what to think, or what to do. Those are your own choices to make." He pulls the cape to the side, before bringing it to the front, folding it.
"I think if you tried, though, you would find it possible to be as good as you hope to be. Our faults and mistakes don't make us evil unless we refuse to acknowledge and change them when they cause damage to others, and you haven't displayed either trait."
He sets the cape down in the space between them.