He allows the spoon to hang for a moment before setting it down gently on the table.

"Hope? I am in the process of deciding if hope is beautiful or terrible... perhaps both. Yet, it doesn't matter. We hang on to it."

He shrugs. That doesn't sound like much. "This place makes me weary as it is. I don't think that you can do worse. I'll submit to any tests you would like. It would do me good to understand, I think."