"We both know that's just imagination."
She replied with a smile that said 'get real,' but all it did was make White smile in return.
"I bet if you walked up to humans back in the year 2000, before the descent of the Supernaturals, and told them there would come a day when a human being would be able to snap his fingers, and someone's head would come rolling off by some mysterious force, they would probably tie you to a cross for being a madman and have you nailed to death."
He said, and her smile froze.
"It's always impossible... until someone pulls it off."
"Besides, didn't you call yourself a believer of fate?"
White asked.
"Then why don't you believe fate can call up someone that might just end the war with a snap?"
"Fate is not the same as hope. I don't know what humanity's fate is, nor am I a big fan of hope itself."
She replied.
"Neither am I..."
White admitted.
