((Damn that's reckless))
Reaching in, you find them fairly simple. They're designed not to withstand great magical force, as it would never be enough to hold Hope, but rather to not be noticeable to her, to lurk in the background of her mind. The magic used is foreign, and, like with Pandora's Box, seems to be powered by Hope herself. However, with relatively little work, the seal come loose, and-

...........

Blackness. Screaming, as the sigils are burned into your flesh, and yet you know it isn't your flesh. Real screaming now. Hope. Floating in space, the debris of the planet floating around you as your body slowly puts itself back together. A flood of pain from Hope, as she's forced to relive it. Machines being implanted into her, a strange man with flames for hair, grimacing in horror at what he was forced to do. Pain in every nerve, every molecule, filling her, and transmitted to you. Flashing memories, like stabs in the chest, confused and horrid, mumbled by a mind driven half-insane.