[With another anguished tirade from Michael wrenching at his heart, the once unflappably calm angel now sounding crazed and agonized, much like he felt when-...

He clings to the presence of a friendly face and voice, even if while Michael is talking, he can't keep his composure.]

And she didn't-...she didn't do anything, even when you offered to give whatever it is up? How can we help them when they can't tell us what they want from us?

[Michael falls silent offscreen, and Enoch glances his way, near tears. Help them, whether they are who they appear or not, that's his first instinct on hearing such pain, and by the time Beckett replied, he's been hearing it enough it's broken through the numb shell of exhaustion utterly.]