Hmm. Maybe I'll ask as well. I've got plenty.... I'm sure we all do. And it's not a trick.

[ It took him a long time, back when he was first learning, to be able to light a candle. He remembers that now, those early days when everything was peaceful and hopeful and the worst thing that happened was he had to read an extra chapter of Orien's thaumaturgy texts. Something twists in the pit of his stomach and he takes another hit off the cigarette, then leans in for Peter's explanation of who's who in the mirror. ]

Do you think you'll have this, someday?

[ The question is strange and personal but it's not just curiosity. His voice is soft as he continues to gaze into Peter's mirror, almost wistful. ]

Mine doesn't seem... they came from Hope, didn't they? But I don't think it's even possible, so how can I hope for it?