[He gets the gist of the words, though specifics, and words of his own, still elude him. There's a limit of intensity beyond which words simply don't work. But there is also the gesture, and the way Enoch puts the knife aside rather than keeping it. There's the silence. Utter silence beyond the two of them. Beckett listens with the Beast's hair-trigger attention, and hears nothing else alive.
He shakes his head, a great animal gesture, like he's trying to physically clear it out. It makes him a little dizzy as the adrenaline fades and leaves a spent feeling in its wake. No words, but he moves, he turns aside and takes a deliberate step out of Enoch's way. Sensing, maybe, that the sight speaks for itself. Rhys with his opened throat, no sign of struggle. John's prone body, plenty of struggle there.
Still silent, Beckett drops to a crouch and puts his heavy head in his hands.]
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He shakes his head, a great animal gesture, like he's trying to physically clear it out. It makes him a little dizzy as the adrenaline fades and leaves a spent feeling in its wake. No words, but he moves, he turns aside and takes a deliberate step out of Enoch's way. Sensing, maybe, that the sight speaks for itself. Rhys with his opened throat, no sign of struggle. John's prone body, plenty of struggle there.
Still silent, Beckett drops to a crouch and puts his heavy head in his hands.]