[IC Contact -- Snowblind]

[bookofnope]

[There is a click noise. It sounds as though it might be judging you.]

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[bookofnope]

You know I trust you, Enoch. You, perhaps more than anyone else. But this is not about trust or suffering or right or wrong. If we take our eyes from the goal, if we stop, if we falter, we might not have the strength to start again. There's only so much time we have for grief.

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[warriorscribe]

But why do you still press for answers when we've both told you we remember nothing? What do you think we could be avoiding?

[bookofnope]

I

[Just the one letter, stark and lonesome on the screen. Well, Enoch deserves the full truth, in all its frank patheticness.]

Call it my version of hope, I suppose.

[warriorscribe]

["Oh, Beckett..." he murmurs aloud, safe from the vampire's knowledge.]

I'm sorry. I wish I had something to give you.

[bookofnope]

You are not responsible for my peace of mind, Enoch.

If it relieves you to care for the child, then I'll leave them be. I understand the urge to protect them.

[Perhaps not sympathise, but understand. Enoch thrives on protecting. His friend has earned this much from him.]