"Then there will be a paradox to be fixed." He said. "Would it help to continue on like this? There is danger in every action we take, some more than others for each person, yet to ensure a future, change must occur. To not take risks may mean we continue in safety, but then problems would never be solved."

He pushed back the spark of irritation, so separate from him, which flashed with the mention of Etro. That feeling lingered, waited, and Hope understood that the only appeasement would be to get the information he needed. What it was, he remained uncertain of.

Instead, he softened his tone and gentled his words. His gaze dropped to their hands. "...There is a type of loneliness in not being able to influence the world around you. To being surrounded and yet so far apart. To not be seen and not be found. That is one that does not go away no matter who you surround yourself with, so long as you're powerless to change anything."

There, he raised his eyes to meet hers, certain of his own words even as he ignored the presence in his mind. "We have a chance to create this change. Even if we make things worse, we would have a chance to put things better. What we know is limited, but the more knowledge accumulated means the less chance for things to go wrong. And I--" because it was I this time; not God and not any other cosmic power, but the Hope who wanted to ensure a future for everyone, "I need your help."