Only the ashes of all her fine fancies were remaining — ashes still concealing, nevertheless, a few red embers of hope.
Do you know the legend of Pandora? Zeus gave Epimetheus a gift: Pandora, the first woman on Earth. She possessed a box, which Zeus forbade her to open, but one day, her curiosity
got the best of her. And she opened the lid. The evils of humanity escaped and flooded the Earth: old age, disease, deceit and insanity Terrified, Pandora quickly shut the box. Fortunately for it was not entirely empty. One precious little thing remained at the bottom of the box: Hope. And from that day onward, though Man might be stricken by great misfortune, deep inside, there always remains a glimmer of hope.
— Lord Beckett desires the content of that chest. I deliver it, I get my life back.
— The dark side of ambition.
— I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption.
He that lives upon hope will die fasting.
Hope. A word so close to home, and as tricky. As much as we wanted Jason's killer caught, and the town, our home, to feel safe again. But with every day that passed, our hopes dimmed more and more. There's that old, cliched saying. "It's darkest before the dawn". But sometimes... there's just darkness.