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[warriorscribe]

And you will have it, always.

["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.]