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[warriorscribe]

"The end"?

[Humanity in his day and age was a little too young to think beyond the scope of its own life often enough it became the go-to interpretation of "the end". Philosophy would have to wait while quality of life was striven for.]

Of...what, if I may ask? Your search?

[bookofnope]

[And there they are, to the thing itself. Sometimes Beckett forgets that the only people who know are himself and the few, the oh so few that he's told. Two, three people maybe? In all of Norfinbury. In all the world as it is. It's almost impossible to grasp, that it could have happened, and but for him, no one would know.

But he is the chronicler. Haurchefant had even suggested as much, that that is why he still lives. When the question is asked, he answers, even if every return to it costs.]

Of - everything. You don't have the concept - the idea of the end times? God's day of judgement - no, of course you don't.

[Not Enoch. Despite what the book might have said.]

We call it Gehenna. The prophesied end of all things. The destruction of all Kindred... and perhaps of all humanity and the world with us. It certainly seemed to be heading that way. Anatole always knew. And I always doubted.

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[...He's not sure he likes this theme of God bringing destruction on humanity. That's the sort of thing that would need precedent. Does it mean he ultimately fails? Was Semyaza having only apparently died not good enough? They had Baraqel's special Nephilim to prove he'd been eaten. They had a shrine to Arakiel to prove he'd died. But for Semyaza? Just an empty life support system.]

I would doubt, too.

[And yet, here Beckett is, speaking in past tense. Anatole always knew... Suddenly, he's very audibly unnerved.]

[bookofnope]

Oh, you would. [Possibly it's the lingering effect of the Vicodin that makes Beckett fall back to that sardonic tone. Possibly it's the gnawing envy.]

Free will? The vast potential of humanity? Or God's assured forgiveness? Wait - you didn't even need His forgiveness. [His voice sharpens on that. And then drops off. It occurs to him that he is not doing honour to Anatole's memory, talking like this to anyone, much less Enoch. Not that Anatole had been a great believer in forgiveness, towards the end. Or maybe that was just how he'd twisted his friend's teachings to suit where his own path had led?]

I should have listened to him. Forget faith. I should have listened to him for his own sake.

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...He was right. He was right, and for you it has happened.

[It's an observation full of gravity, his soft tone waning a little softer, almost hesitant to say the words, but these tablets have some powerful microphones, and it picks up his voice clear enough to be heard.]

[bookofnope]

[It doesn't get easier. It will never get easier. He's told any number of people - even near-strangers - that he has no home to return to, but that is nothing like talking about the end itself. The way Enoch talks, himself, makes it harder for him to keep any kind of distance from it. Everything that the end has meant opens to him again, like a gulping abyss.]

You say that God casts no soul away, not even the worst. But my kind were judged, and all of us are damned.

[warriorscribe]

[There have been other people who have personally or by proxy met their own world's God in Norfinbury. And they said something similar. He is certain it is a difference between worlds. Therefore, there's only one solution, and he offers it without hesitation:]

You may not be human, but you are God's creation nonetheless. When we find a way out, come with me if you can. I will find a place for you.