[He hadn't expected to be given Enoch such insight, and the realization of its extent, and its meaning, sends a surge of unexpected satisfaction through Beckett. There, he had found an answer for someone, a moment of true meaning. The least he could do for his friend, who had taught him much as well. How like Enoch not to fully grasp the extent of his own ability, his gifts.

Humble bastard. Bless his human heart.]

I don't think such things can be taught deliberately. It's more about making an example, perhaps - after all, you've done it for me. [It's hardly a confession, so simply and sincerely he says it. Just a statement of fact, if one he's deeply grateful for.]

Old immortals learn slowly. If they haven't yet, then perhaps your work isn't done, my friend. God doesn't seem one to leave things unfinished...