Hope is terrifying, Viola,' he said. 'No one wants to admit it, but it is.'
I feel my eyes go wet again. 'Then how can you stand it? How can you bear even thinking it? It feels so dangerous, like you'll be punished for even thinking you deserved it.'
He touched my arm, just lightly. 'Because, Viola, life is so much more terrifying without it.

Mistress Coyle agreed, and Simone set to work, planning the whole thing with the absolute focus on capturing a
Spackle and sending it back with a message of peace.
Which seems strange after we’ve killed so many of them to do it, but it’s been obvious since the beginning that wars make
no sense. You kill people to tell them you want to stop killing them.

He opens his voice, showing me other sunrises he has seen, where the fields turn golden and the Source and his one in particular stood up from their early morning labours to watch it rise, a memory as simple as that, yet covered in joy and loss and love and grief-
And hope.