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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.

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[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.