[Yes, yes he is. What's not to despair over how those two vastly different things are being linked? Makes no sense? Yeah, it probably shouldn't.

He isn't smiling anymore. His stare is almost a glare, no wait. It is. His anger chases away the remaining birds anywhere close to them. As fast as he's angry, it leaves him as he presses his hand to his forehead.]

...why does everyone misunderstand me.... [He sighs, his eyes sliding to the side to watch the darkness at his feet and the last flowers wilt. He kneels down, trying to coax a little life into the patch.] My aim isn't to lead others astray or make them lose sight of themselves. I only ever work for making hope shine brighter.

It wouldn't be hope if it loses to something as trivial and meaningless as despair, would it? If it isn't tested, how can we know which it is?