[And, bitter irony, the more he offers and gives, the more Beckett recoils, pulls back from taking, driven by his nature and his understanding of that nature. Fearing that always as much as Enoch does, but fearing its ring of truth. Enoch lives for other people. But Beckett lives for the search. No man may serve two masters.
He chose compassion, but now he has to choose again, and the choice is much harder.]
I'll come back, [he blurts out, though he holds back the always.] But I can't make you any more promises. Goodbye, Enoch.
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Date: 2018-04-21 09:31 pm (UTC)He chose compassion, but now he has to choose again, and the choice is much harder.]
I'll come back, [he blurts out, though he holds back the always.] But I can't make you any more promises. Goodbye, Enoch.