'Not Hope anymore.' It was an odd phrasing, one that implied that what the creature was it had been Hope at one point, and for all that the world was strange he had yet to hear of anyone becoming a monster. Even if it did explain the odd scream that had echoed through the journal at the end of the post.

"Then what do we do?" he asked, holding his gunblade in a ready stance even as Snow jumped in to take any further hits. Left to his own devices, he would gladly kill the monster, even if it had been human. But this wasn't really his fight. Not if people who knew better knew what to do with things like this.