Hope was single minded in his mission. To find Snow and have his revenge. That wasn't what she wanted. She just wanted him to toughen up so he wouldn't die. He was such a fragile kid. Probably had never seen a real fight in his life until the Purge.
Even now, after he insisted on taking point, she took in the weakness of the child. Small in stature and smaller in frame, but he tried to carry himself like a soldier. Like her.
He stopped, looking around. His hand was hovering where he kept his boomerang and the knife she'd lent him. She wanted to take it back, take back everything. Those wide green eyes finally looked back at her, now narrowed in concentration.
"Don't look so worried, Light," the boy said with gravity that didn't suit his age. He gave a determined nod as he turned around. "I said I'd look out for you and that's exactly what I'm doing. I've gotta be tougher if I'm going to complete Operation Nora."
Now she'd turned him into a determined murderer. What had she done? What could she say? After all, she wasn't so different from him…
Memories came unbidden as she followed the silver haired boy in front of her. Ones she'd buried long ago when Clare became Lightning.