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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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I'm not sure. I know that you are aware we have no control over the Door - we really know very little about it. It may be possible to create something that could do that, but it would take time and experimentation.

[Which is to say, it's not really something he can focus on right now, with everything else going on.]

I will think about it, though.

Thank you. The person whose world I wanted to go to...the Door sent him back early.

[She offers that simple explanation as to why she asked for such a thing. She wants to go there, find him, and be remembered.

Then it's right back to business.]

Do you know of a way to destroy the Null weapons?

I am sorry to hear that. He may come here again, one day.

[The Door tends to do as it pleases, after all.]

I believe they can be destroyed with sufficient force, like nearly anything.

[No matter how much she misses him, he's likely happier where he is. But she does wish he could be here to fight by her side in battle like they'd talked about. There was something thrilling about destroying things that even gods feared. And on that note...]

My magic may be able to manage it.

[It's then that she realizes that she's never actually told Hope what she can do, specifically. She's been open about having plenty of battle experience, and it shows even in the way she talks about strategy, but this is more relevant.]

I can cut nearly anything. Magical armor, energy attacks, dimensional barriers...I have managed to cut all of those things without difficulty.

[She pauses for a moment.]

I assume the Null have ensured their own weapons cannot harm them?

If that's the case, I have no doubt you will be able to cut them as well.

[Hope looks a bit blank at the question.]

Some of their weapons have no effect on a creature like them. Others might. As I have said, I'm not a fighter.

Perhaps when I am no longer playing double agent, I can teach you some techniques that you could use to defend yourself. Purely non-lethal, if you would prefer.

[She's already taken enough of a liking to Hope to offer tips on strategy. She might as well make him one of her combat students, too.]

You already have extensive enough knowledge of the body to restore people. It would just be a matter of helping you apply that knowledge toward defensive combat.

I believe that combat for the two of us would be very different. However, I would be interested in watching you.

[Since, after all, the gods are actually clouds of energy.]

You can take solid forms when you choose to, yes? I recall Sorrow sparing a few minutes at the ball to dance with Rosie.

[Solid enough to make that happen, at least.]

Or if you prefer to watch, you would be welcome to join me when I go hunting the cave monsters for dinner. I would be interested in trying to figure out how to adapt combat to an energy being like yourself, though. It would be an interesting challenge for me as a teacher.

I am sure Rage would be interested in that, as well. I am not suited to combat, though I will watch what you do - it may be useful to know. However, I will never be a warrior.

One need not be a warrior to learn basic self-defense and improve their reaction time. Sometimes simply knowing how to react rather than freezing up from shock can make all the difference in the world.

[She doesn't trust Rage as much as she trusts Hope, but she supposes it would be a good way to make a somewhat positive impression on a warrior goddess.]

I was not a warrior when I got into my first fight. I was nothing more than a little girl who wanted to protect herself and her mother.

And were you able to?

Yes. My magic manifested in that moment. I wanted nothing more for my toy sword to be real so I could save us. Imagine my shock when I was able to cut down our attackers with that little toy of mine.

[She smiles a bit, although it's a slightly sad smile.]

When it was all over, I even tried to comfort my mother and tell her everything was all right now. Children that young normally think their parents can protect them from all harm.

You were forced to be strong from a young age. We, as well, are not very old according to our species' concept of age.

[Hope mentioning that reminds her of a couple of things she'd wondered about the gods but never bothered asking about.]

Are the forms you chose for interacting with us intended to be an indication of your ages?

[Given that they were able to delve into memories and Hope's grasp of anatomy, it's not out of the realm of possibility to think that their forms were chosen deliberately based on their hosts' perceptions of age.]

Also...pardon me if this is a rude question, but how does your kind reproduce? I imagine it's a rather different process than the human way.

[That's about the best way she can be direct and still somewhat polite about asking Hope where baby glowclouds come from.]

Not exactly. We chose forms that were around the same size and appearance as the majority of you.

[He didn't really know the difference between children and adults until a few months in. They were just smaller humans and larger humans.]

We reproduce by taking part of ourselves and making another being out of it.

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