I want to believe they are. That everyone is safe and happy, that they don't have anything to worry about aside from what they normally would...

That's the kind of hope I'm holding on to.

[but it's probably clear enough—he's not sure. he doesn't have a real answer; he doesn't know much of what he believes in cerealia anymore. stahn isn't sure where truths end and lies begin.

but being a pessimist isn't the way he wants to live, so he's keeping that hope alive even if he knows it's very well likely to be wrong.]