Oh, you would. [Possibly it's the lingering effect of the Vicodin that makes Beckett fall back to that sardonic tone. Possibly it's the gnawing envy.]

Free will? The vast potential of humanity? Or God's assured forgiveness? Wait - you didn't even need His forgiveness. [His voice sharpens on that. And then drops off. It occurs to him that he is not doing honour to Anatole's memory, talking like this to anyone, much less Enoch. Not that Anatole had been a great believer in forgiveness, towards the end. Or maybe that was just how he'd twisted his friend's teachings to suit where his own path had led?]

I should have listened to him. Forget faith. I should have listened to him for his own sake.