Call it what you will

The Realist has taken many a butcher knife to Hope, slaughtering her over and over and over again until she does but drips blood in tatters and rags. The Realist so extremely fatigued from seeing Hope be nothing but a midnight snack. It's a mercy killing, Really.

Over and over and over again Hope resurrects. She rises like a Phoenix.

The Realist shakes her head, and sharpens her blade.