[It doesn't get easier. It will never get easier. He's told any number of people - even near-strangers - that he has no home to return to, but that is nothing like talking about the end itself. The way Enoch talks, himself, makes it harder for him to keep any kind of distance from it. Everything that the end has meant opens to him again, like a gulping abyss.]
You say that God casts no soul away, not even the worst. But my kind were judged, and all of us are damned.
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You say that God casts no soul away, not even the worst. But my kind were judged, and all of us are damned.