[Beckett finds himself chuckling hoarsely, a scrape in the throat.] I think we're past helping. One way or another...

[Does he mean what Enoch just said, or does he mean something more - something about everything they have experienced? It only occurs to him after already speaking that he isn't sure.] I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't say anything except those accusations - over and over again. It meant nothing. I - I told her she can take what she wants from me. Drink from me, even. But... maybe I hadn't found the way to make her understand.