[Enoch sucks in a breath, also laced with further tears.]

I don't know that there's anything I can do for him in the first place. And yet- I don't know that I could simply walk away from him, either.

[He swallows down the bitter thought that the very person who has led him to embrace living forever, who himself lived better immortal to the point of discarding his original identity, has a twisted version that represents death and decay.]

We- we need to fix this, somehow, or do something.