"One's called Hope, the other is Fear." He kind of pauses to let that sink in, gives a bit of a sigh. "I'm sure you can guess what they... I don't know if they're supposed to preside over it or what, but they seem feed off of it? Hope feeds off hope, Fear feeds off fear. Fear's pretty scary," everything is scary to Noah, most consider Fear to be just kind of a low-key douchebag.

"Hope's why we have light and air to breathe and food and stuff, so like... if you ever talk to him, say thanks and stuff? Most people are pretty rude but if he's the reason we're still alive I figure might as well be polite, you know? There's going to be another coming back, apparently. Rage. Not sure how I feel about that."

Scared. He feels scared.