The cruelest thing you can do is crush a living being's hope. Even the most primal form of survival is contingent on that hope. It's not a bad thing to have.

[ he folds his arms, not quite looking at him. ]

Light is something that can be regained. Think of it this way...now that you've been entrapped in the blackest of darkness, the light will simply be brighter — it may hurt your eyes, but it's still present, a natural force of nature that cannot be stopped.

You are disgustingly naive. You still care. Neither of those things would be possible, had you not regained something of your own, through your own will. Don't be a fool.