There is no divine will in this effort, only my own. Only one man trying to help another.

[His voice seems to become softer as Beckett's gains an edge, as if in deliberate contrast.]

Beckett...it's all right, to feel that way. Many people resent living from time to time - so long as we find reasons to live anyway. I'm glad to hear you have.

Tell me about this Anatole. A friend?