[It probably is not the best answer, might not be the answer he'd hoped for, but it nonetheless makes something tangible loosen in Beckett's stance, changes the quality of his silence. Like it's brought him back from someplace. Maybe back into the realm of the comprehensible. Where making right feels like it can justify just about anything.
(Part of him knows he's projecting; he's not nearly the manipulator Angel is but he's much better at self-examination. But he tells himself it makes sense. That it emerges from the ways in which they are alike. It keeps him feeling the connection. It's a duty, and a comfort.)
But he leaves the talking to Enoch, who is so much more qualified. Enoch who is so miraculously free of judgement. For now he's just listening - listening intently.]
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(Part of him knows he's projecting; he's not nearly the manipulator Angel is but he's much better at self-examination. But he tells himself it makes sense. That it emerges from the ways in which they are alike. It keeps him feeling the connection. It's a duty, and a comfort.)
But he leaves the talking to Enoch, who is so much more qualified. Enoch who is so miraculously free of judgement. For now he's just listening - listening intently.]