[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.
["Show love, mercy, and forgiveness, in the name of the Lord," Michael had said once, so long ago he doesn't remember the context and the words themselves are a faint echo in his memory. He hadn't needed it - love, mercy, and forgiveness were default states of his. Michael had likely been instructed to tell him so, because the reason it was needed was because God and His angels could or would not. Not in a way humans would perceive as any of those three, if so.
So when Beckett says, in serenity that he feels too, that his forgiveness is enough, it fills him with joy and satisfaction. He exhales slowly, calm pervading the shadows that had burrowed into his mind, lifting away their fog and granting him a moment of precious true peace. He had brought to mind his darkest moment, and through this connection with his friend, had hardly felt the wounds it had left on his psyche.
Even if it was only just this once, love truly could conquer all.]
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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.
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["Show love, mercy, and forgiveness, in the name of the Lord," Michael had said once, so long ago he doesn't remember the context and the words themselves are a faint echo in his memory. He hadn't needed it - love, mercy, and forgiveness were default states of his. Michael had likely been instructed to tell him so, because the reason it was needed was because God and His angels could or would not. Not in a way humans would perceive as any of those three, if so.
So when Beckett says, in serenity that he feels too, that his forgiveness is enough, it fills him with joy and satisfaction. He exhales slowly, calm pervading the shadows that had burrowed into his mind, lifting away their fog and granting him a moment of precious true peace. He had brought to mind his darkest moment, and through this connection with his friend, had hardly felt the wounds it had left on his psyche.
Even if it was only just this once, love truly could conquer all.]