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[In his state, Enoch's state, in the place they are both trapped in, Beckett doesn't even think about smallness. He thinks Enoch sounds very much like he would, did, about something else entirely. So close. That's the heart of what despair means, isn't it. When hopes are not only dashed, but revealed to have been empty all along.]

Would God allow it? [He asks with horrible wondering honesty. An answer he does not have. A hope he's afraid of imagining.] For you - you of all men - to come so close for nothing?