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[His capacity to bring comfort to others - he almost laughs, because he's a vampire, for heaven's sake, and what does Enoch know about all the blood that's flowed over his hands and down his throat for centuries? But the laughter stops in his tight throat, and he thinks instead about Enoch, and about Angel, and Rhys, and Brian, and back before them he thinks about the last words he'd said to Lucita. his last friend. They hadn't saved her life, but he knows, he knows they had pulled her back from the consuming darkness. He'd invoked Anatole's name, of course, it was Anatole who had freed them both, really. But Anatole was gone and he had remained, her friend.

And here is Enoch now, doing much the same for him. This reminder that there was a path of light to follow, not just outside one's self, but inside as well.]

Enoch, [he says quietly, into the darkness behind his closed eyelids, which is deep and soothing somehow, a dark that is peace.] My friend, I don't know if God has forgiven me, but... I think just now, your forgiveness is enough.