[She doesn't want to see or feel that, some sick appeal that seems designed to elicit sympathy or prove that they must be feeling the same thing-

But Hayame doesn't feel that's true at all, and it makes her own emotions flare up in a biter, caustic wall.]

You expect people to believe that hope is tangible? Can you eat hope when you are starving? Can you sleep on it when your bed is hard? Can you warm yourself by it when you cannot light a fire?

[... It's communion, but. The mental equivalent of spitting on the ground? It happens.]

Who the hell do you think you'll save by making them hope for things? The only thing hope births for most people is disappointment.