No. Let her go. She needs to learn that there can be painful consequences to rash actions.
But we were only trying to— Supergirl:
Doesn't matter. I have to make up for this somehow, before it's too late. I have to balance the scales. Wonder Girl:
How? By flying off half-cocked again, after what we just did...? Supergirl:
I can't do nothing, Cassie!
"As thirteenth in line in my own kingdom, I didn't stand a chance. I knew I'd have to marry into the throne somewhere. As heir, Elsa was preferable, of course, but no one was getting anywhere with her. But
you... you were so desperate for love, you were willing to marry me just like
that. I figured after we married, I'd have to stage a little accident for Elsa. But then she doomed herself, and you were dumb enough to go after her."
Well, it's a good thing that I brought a napkin
I knew that this would happen
Why does this always happen
That a day of impulsive fun becomes an evening
Of injury, blood and grieving
Injury, blood and grieving
Don't let something you do for 50 seconds get you 50 years [in prison].