He hadn't been able to read Doomsday's mind, but no telepath was needed to discern the rage and hatred that emanated.

The strong emotions aboard the Watchtower that day had forced their way past J'onn's automatic mental shields. Anger. Fear. Vengeance.

And with Clark's carrying out of the sentence – relief.

He had returned to his quarters afterward to meditate, to purge himself of the destructive feelings. To become, once again, the calm and understanding Martian everyone saw.

Yet he wondered: had H'ronmeer died when his followers perished, or did the god of death and fire live on inside his heart?