Long enough to have seen you betrayed by your own kind, and know you cannot be trusted any more than we can. Long enough to have my life literally drained from me bit by bit, and to nearly succumb to a condition exacerbated by the influence of your brethren. Long enough to know better than to expect a clear answer from you. It is less that my question was foolish and more that I am wasting my time.

[Sorry Hope, he's just kind of like this. There's a reason Sorrow is the only one of the gods he's ever felt like dealing with, and even that was for reasons he had to reconcile within.]