Well he doesn't know they're at an end. He can feel the conversation slowing, but he still checks around them, chewing his lip. He needs to know more, but he doesn't know what else he could possibly ask. All he can think is to reassert himself here.

"I will," he says, firmly. Utterly confident. Or as confident as he can be when he doesn't really know what's coming just yet. "Hope isn't important if there's nothing behind it."