Hope, of course. And the lie of what it is.

[ He makes a gesture towards all that he has ruined. ] I take it that you do not share my feelings on that particular subject? [ Still, it's oddly calming to be around someone who is so separate from his own tantrum. Yaha smiles as he feels himself see that nothing he does -- even destroying this entire shop -- matters. ]

But I suppose ... I could tear everything to pieces and have it amount to very little. [ A beat. ] Why is it that you wear such an odd piece of armor?