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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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video.

[dedikated]

( it is about the scent, but even if it weren't, she has her reasons for not going to sorrow. primarily that he'll be getting more than enough of her emotion without requiring it beforehand. )

Aye. Summat like- ( she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth softly ) -a tea. Incense, maybe.

video.

[lingeringhope]

A tea would likely be easiest for me. I would not give it for free, however. Tell me of the moment in your life in which you were most hopeful. In detail, please. Relive it, if you can.

video. vomits tl;dr at you sry

[dedikated]

( that works. is her preference, in fact, so kate nods.

and stops.

UH.

UHHHH. the most hopeful... christ. that isn't an easy ask for tea. )

... Er.

( do you have anything easier?

no, wait, give her a minute. )

Maybe. When I first started my apprenticeship. ( there's a twinge of guilt in her heart that it's the honest answer - that it's not an answer that involves Marc, nothing from her childhood when they had all the potential and possibilities laid out in front of them. but after so long, such a long stretch of her life where there was nothing but waking up, gritting her teeth and trying to survive another day without him being killed or hurt or-

after all of that? the invite to work in Denmark had been a breath of fresh air, a light at the end of a long dark tunnel. the kind of thing that taints her memories of lavender-based teas with something nicer than simple mourning.

she wishes it wasn't true, wishes she had something about her brother that doesn't immediately fall into an abyss of bloody corpses and work she hated - something pure and untouched like wildflowers in an abandoned field. natural. beautiful. wishes that she were a good enough person to think of a moment of hope in her life that isn't, somewhat, built on his dead body and the mess of a city she left behind.

but it comes so easily once she thinks. once she remembers the stomach-wrenching pop of Carl's teleportation and the crisp, cold air of northern Denmark at sunrise. remembers waving Carl off and watching the day begin by herself, alone, in a place where anything could be possible. she remembers the hollering that came with Dagny finding her standing outside of the clinic first thing in the morning and saying Well, that's promising. At least you're punctual. she can't forget the swell in her chest as she listened to the list of things Dagny wanted her to learn and thinking this might just be it. This might be the first time I can really use my powers for something constructive.

she talks about it, aloud, in less detail, but it feels as real as she expects he wants. )

... That good enough?

video.

[lingeringhope]

[That is exactly what he wanted.]

Yes. It was perfect. Thank you.

You will find the tea on the counter of your dwelling.

[And she will, and there's quite a bit of it too - certainly enough to last for a month or two, longer if she stretches it.]

video.

[dedikated]

Great.

... Er. Thanks.

( it's a big deal, Hope. )

video.

[lingeringhope]

You're welcome.

[He doesn't really get it, but when does he ever?]