Is that part of your mission, too? To bring doubters like me back to the fold of faith?

[There is a hint of hostility in his voice, which he'd regret when he sobers up. In his current state, complexities are stripped. Ever since he'd learned of the other man's past and mission, somewhere in him he's always envied Enoch, always resented him that which he doesn't even, himself, consider a gift. Here it is now, present in full.]

I have to live. I have to - I have to wait for Anatole. But I don't have to like it. Or be thankful for it.