[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?
My direct service to Him is done. He would not dare interfere in parts of my life He has no claim to.
[The next is in a smaller voice again, frightened and sad. He can't hide it now. It hurts too much.]
That could be why they haven't come. Lucifel would know I am out of place, wouldn't he? ...He can't come after me. I'm done. My mission is complete... He can't come...he has no right to interfere anymore...it's over...
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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?
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[The next is in a smaller voice again, frightened and sad. He can't hide it now. It hurts too much.]
That could be why they haven't come. Lucifel would know I am out of place, wouldn't he? ...He can't come after me. I'm done. My mission is complete... He can't come...he has no right to interfere anymore...it's over...