[Enoch had wanted to say something earlier, when he asked for death videos for entertainment. But then Brian had actually shared some, and after watching too many succumb to the poor lifestyle and old age, watching them die again had hurt too much. Watching Beckett die again hurt too much, and the fact that it had brought the poor vampire himself out of hiding in distress only made it worse. He couldn't bear to look at the conversation anymore after that.]

...I care because I must. It's who I am. They may die here - this place is upsetting enough without us adding to it. How do you stop caring and continue to live with yourself?

[It's soft, and the question, while its contents are accusatory, actually sounds like he's genuinely, sadly, asking.]