[They are a little like letters, and that gives Beckett an interesting frame of reference - not unlike what Enoch has, he thinks as he listens to the message. For both of them letters are the natural state of things and this only an odd later development. But he finds that, while the video feels a bit overwhelming to watch, the sound of his friend's voice is a soothing listen in itself. Not for the first time he thinks of what it might have been like to have a recording of any other friend, the ones lost with his world. He doesn't rightly know what he'd have given to hear Anatole's voice now.
He'll take what he can get. The grace notes.]
Please don't think you need to say very much. Sooner or later, I'm going to choke on all this sincerity. [He records that with a glum smile.] I've never been good at it. But if I was able to help you pull free even a little, that's all I need to hear. That it was more than empty words. We don't get to make a difference very often here, do we? Even for each other.
[Possibly he just has a high threshold of what making a difference means. But the thought of his words, his insight, as an anchor to anyone causes unforeseen warmth in his unbeating heart. Not the first time that Enoch had given him this - the feeling that he could matter in this way. Have meaning. It all goes back to the same.
He shrugs, a little to deflate the emotion.] That said, I don't think you or any of the others are truly at risk of reverting. Or at least, no more than any of us are at risk of losing our minds at any given moment. What it found in you it could have found in anyone. We're all - well. I was going to say human, but you'll forgive me if I feel strange about it. [Another brief, weary laugh. But he suspects Enoch would know what he means.]
But I am... glad, that you see humanity in me, in the same way he did. I don't always understand it. I don't know what he did - but I know I couldn't have seen it myself. It takes a certain faith... well. As for your curiosity, I didn't take his name as much as I stole it. Initially adopting the surname was a legal matter, money and rights, but once my reputation eclipsed his it felt like vindication. [He can't help but grin slightly at this. He's recounted this story so rarely in all his centuries, and it hasn't lost its shine.] No one remembers that there has ever been another Noddist scholar named Beckett.
[Well. He's human; and hence not always a upstanding member of society.]
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Date: 2017-08-08 07:52 pm (UTC)He'll take what he can get. The grace notes.]
Please don't think you need to say very much. Sooner or later, I'm going to choke on all this sincerity. [He records that with a glum smile.] I've never been good at it. But if I was able to help you pull free even a little, that's all I need to hear. That it was more than empty words. We don't get to make a difference very often here, do we? Even for each other.
[Possibly he just has a high threshold of what making a difference means. But the thought of his words, his insight, as an anchor to anyone causes unforeseen warmth in his unbeating heart. Not the first time that Enoch had given him this - the feeling that he could matter in this way. Have meaning. It all goes back to the same.
He shrugs, a little to deflate the emotion.] That said, I don't think you or any of the others are truly at risk of reverting. Or at least, no more than any of us are at risk of losing our minds at any given moment. What it found in you it could have found in anyone. We're all - well. I was going to say human, but you'll forgive me if I feel strange about it. [Another brief, weary laugh. But he suspects Enoch would know what he means.]
But I am... glad, that you see humanity in me, in the same way he did. I don't always understand it. I don't know what he did - but I know I couldn't have seen it myself. It takes a certain faith... well. As for your curiosity, I didn't take his name as much as I stole it. Initially adopting the surname was a legal matter, money and rights, but once my reputation eclipsed his it felt like vindication. [He can't help but grin slightly at this. He's recounted this story so rarely in all his centuries, and it hasn't lost its shine.] No one remembers that there has ever been another Noddist scholar named Beckett.
[Well. He's human; and hence not always a upstanding member of society.]