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[lingeringhope]

[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.

Comments

[nonscriptum]

[She is a threat, and the kind of risk that even Nate doesn't mind mitigating. Ten years ago he might have relished the challenges she presents, but since she seems effectively impervious to just about everything...well, this could do a lot of good in the long-term.

Make her think twice about summoning eldritch abominations again, anyway.]

I- yeah, definitely. Thank you. [Nate can hardly believe that this has gone so well, and it shows.] This is really gonna help.

[lingeringhope]

I have a vested interested in keeping all of you alive and well, even if I am not always able to do so.

[He definitely throws hissy fits when the other gods run events that end in lots of deaths. They're used to him, though. They just pretend to be sorry and do it again a couple months later.]

In this case, I believe I can.

[nonscriptum]

Fair enough.

[One of Nate's reasons for not putting too much stock in the gods in the first place is because he isn't entirely convinced that a force so unrepentantly divided will do any of them any good. Disagreements between deities is only fun in theory, when you can crack jokes about Zeus sticking his dick into anyone that stands still long enough.

He rocks on the balls of his feet for a moment, thinking. Better safe than sorry, in this case.]

Just...do me a favor and don't tell anyone I came to you? If it gets out, I'm first on the hit list.

[With his record of accidentally demolishing buildings while running from bad guys, he doesn't think Hope wants to rebuild half the city. Again.]

[lingeringhope]

I won't tell anyone. People do not usually come to me for gossip, in any case.

[Who would he tell? But he'll keep it confidential if requested.]

[nonscriptum]

Maybe they should.

[There is a certain edge of loneliness there, at the tail end of Hope's statement, for which Nate tries to scrounge up a modicum of understanding. It's hard for him to empathize with everything they've done.

He lifts his shoulders in a tired shrug.]

Let me know if there's anything I can do.

[lingeringhope]

Thank you. I will keep you in mind if anything needs to be done.