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[Hope's voice is clear and clipped.]

If you would like to leave a message, you may do so here. I can't promise to respond. I have many demands on my time, and this sort of thing is far down the list. Still, if you would like to, you may.

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'Preciate that. ( It's not always, maybe even often, successful, but they do try more than is really needed.

There's a pause, the sound of her tongue sucking against her teeth, the consideration of whether or not to say more. It'd be nice to help, if not for any actual altruistic reasons, then at least to sate her own need to do something, to not just sit around and wait to see whether they actually get to leave. )

Sure there's nothing we can do?

For now, what we need from you are your emotions. And, of course, for you to help out one another - I do what I can, but there are many things I can't do, and many things I don't understand.

Don't understand... Like what?

Like human relationships and your tendency to blame the easiest target for anything that goes wrong.

( She's silent for a while. Really, who can understand human relationships? She's not sure she does, not well enough to explain them anyway. The latter, though? )

You said it. ( She shrugs to herself. ) It's easier. People like things quick. Answers, stuff. ( Just look at next day delivery. People paying more money to not have to wait five days. ) Like their worlds to be simple.

( It was easier back home when things were black and white, when Superhumans = Good, Creatures = Evil and Humans = Largely useless. )

You like not having to think about things. Having your answers handed to you, whether they are true or not.

Summat like that, aye. ( She could take offense to that, but why? It's true. It's especially true of her. She preferred doing rather than sitting, thinking up answers. Never really did do well in most classes because of it.

She's learned, somewhat, to do the latter, but it's not natural.

And, well, there are other reasons. At least for the specific instance of blaming the gods for what goes wrong. )

Some of it's not just about being easy. You ever heard th' sayin' "once burned, twice shy"?

It's not a saying that we generally use, but I understand the meaning.

( There's a prolonged silence here. Not because she doesn't know what she's doing, where she's going - she knows exactly what she's getting at, exactly where this distrust and need to blame the gods comes (came?) from, for her - but.

Well. It's a personal thing. And maybe it'd be easier, less painful to find a general way to word it.

But maybe that just wouldn't make sense. )

... I can only talk for meself. ( And her voice is slower, clearer than usual. More thoughtful. She wants to explain this right. )

But. The last time someone in power told me to just believe them, to not question 'em, and do as I were told, I ended up working for th' wrong people for years.

( Memories of talking to Hope about a moment of great hope in her life float to the surface, and it's somehow easier to keep going, knowing that's already happened. That there's already something personal lingering in the air between them, in the past, something tangentially related, even. )

Get dragged here and-

( She leans back and gestures to the air, despite the fact that she's not using video, catches herself a moment later. )

- you lot are in charge. Telling us to just believe you. You don't know everything, but just believe you anyway.

( Her voice lilts, drags out singsong sarcasm. Just trust us. But the next words come out softer, an admission more than anything else. )

You sounded like me old boss did. It was easier to blame you. Easy to believe you were just the same as her, you know?

( And then she clears her throat. )

That's just me. ( And Faith, sort of. But Faith... well, her name suits her for a reason. She's been more open to believing them since day one here. )

But I wouldn't be surprised if it were true for others, too.

I see. So because your trust was betrayed before, you're reluctant to trust again. You don't need to trust me or any of the others if you don't want to. We ask nothing of you but your emotions, though granted - some of the others go about that in unfortunate ways.

[Look, he's pretty much never happy with Fear either, and what can you do about Rage and Confusion but sigh and let them walk all over you?]

You can question us if you like. Needless hostility just isn't necessary, however.

( This is going to be a permanent impasse, isn't it, as evidenced in the exhale of a sigh she gives - one where you can practically hear the pinch of the bridge of her nose.

How to explain this. )

Don't think most people're willing to give up their emotions to people they don't trust.

I think we all understand that, at this point. However, in order for you all to remain alive - and us as well - they are necessary. What's more, we can't actually not take power from your emotions. You feel something, we receive power.

Some of us don't particularly care how we get that power. Some do, and try to be more careful. But the basic necessity of it - no, I suppose the basic fact of it - won't change. It simply cannot.

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