Hope is light.

It lights people up.

But it can burn people out.

Sometimes hope can be false, can cause more damage than good.

Hope can burn brightly in you and shine out all around.

It can be your beacon of light.

Other times hope can kill you.

Creating so much happiness and joy within, like a fire burning brightly in your heart, only to be put out, leaving you cold and upset.

That's why as Peter sits waiting. He doesn't get his hopes up.

Waiting to see if Tony, his dad will make it through surgery.

You could say his hope is laying there on the veil of death.

Once his hope is gone. So is his light.

The space usually occupied by light and hope is filled to the brim of darkness.

Hope is stronger than anything. It can make you or break you.

No one should have to break because their hope has been destroyed.

Hope can save you when nothing else can. When all else fails you must hope that your plan will work.

But Peter can't feel hope.

He is afraid that as soon as he does it will all crumble dejectedly around him.

Bury him under sorrow and pain. All from a little hope.

He looks around the room and sees hopefulness full in peoples eyes.

He knows that if someone were to look into his eyes. They would see nothing.

No pain.

No sorrow.

No hope.

As soon as he lets the hope in, his eyes would be brimming with emotions.

But he can't.

He can't put himself through that.

As the surgeon walks out Peter looks to his face.

His eyes hold pain.

Suffering.

Hope.

He nods to them.

Peter goes in.

He sees his farther breathing and stable.

He sees him awake.

That's when he lets hope fill his eyes.

Emotions bubble wildly in his eyes.

The main emotion.

Hope.