Cesidia blinks, taken aback. "Well, it's a minuscule playground for the gods to carry out their wishes and experiments, and yet at the same time, it is a place of neverending horizons and countless dreams in between. What about you?"
“It’s... kind of like when you flew for the first time. That weightlessness, that freedom. There’s always that nagging worry that your trusting in the wrong thing, but if it’s absolute hope then you feel... invincible. Hope is the reason I’m not afraid.”
Cesidia grins. “You have no idea. Actually I take that back. The thing that drives my fear away isn’t hope itself, but what it leads to. It leads to faith, then to trust, and when it becomes belief, enemies beware.” She smirks.