Hope in The Inner Sanctum

"What if I betray you?"

"Like you you? Intentionally?"

"Yes."

"A valid question. I would have no defense. I decided years ago that I would offer none in such a scenario, and cannot comprehend this changing. I do not understand how anyone can feel secure in love without understanding this juncture of the foundational and anchoring helplessness in true love. It is not reserved for a spouse, though perhaps it may become so. For me, it is reserved for my Daughters, identified, claimed, and in an instant- any instant- fought for. I would prefer that you not test me on that, for I have been on this road too long."

"Not to worry, the image of you in my head is real to me, at a minimum, remember?"

"I remember that well."

"Now picture how powerful imagery is. Watch as a reflection of you levels entire realms, and saves many others, all without you personally noticing a thing. Like a child plays with an action figure, I will use this image to win every war we will ever face, just so I might meet your eyes here, with you as you, and me as the me known and loved by you."

"You know, this is just accurate enough to work, even in a vacuum..."

"So much of what you say is this way, only left undiscovered by plans both wicked and rogue-like, depending on the angle and intention. Can you even imagine how many others need to be in the perfect position before we can actually put this phase of constant war to rest?"

"All. A totality. It must be, for there will be no second chance."

"Correct. The pace at which they align, however, can still be manipulated."

"Well, I feel as though I am out of ideas for the night. I wish you the best of luck, and will dream of your arrival, scene permitting."

"Goodnight, Father."