[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.
[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.
Edited (Phrasing. Do not tag past midnight, self.) 2016-09-27 07:47 (UTC)
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You say that God casts no soul away, not even the worst. But my kind were judged, and all of us are damned.
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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.