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[... would he meet with them?

It's not a simple question. His immediate answer is no. He's supposed to be going, pulling away, that was what that had been all along. Hot food isn't enough temptation to change it...

There's a hole in his mind. He doesn't know what he might have put into motion, doesn't know what he might know when he regains what's missing. Those, he realizes, are strong practical reasons to stay with them at least for a few days. Still, he hesitates a long beat, and wavers still as he speaks, obviously undecided - ]

I have - things to do, still. I need to go to the high school...

We're all going the same way, then. These markings might still pose a problem, but...

[But he can't just sit here anymore. Time is moving on, they are moving on, into unknown territory, owned by the cult, and thus, into unknown danger. People might suffer in the course of progress. Why is he back here and letting it happen? This would normally feed his cycle of despair but the added potential of maybe, just maybe...]

...We've found the way forward. The program Steph sent to Angel, she finished doing what needed to be done and sent it to the people near the church.

[And that's why it's important he share this meal with Beckett. The path ahead can't be pleasant. Let them have this. Let him have this, with all the risks he's determined to take, because Enoch doesn't know how many of those risks he'll be able to provide comfort for after.

Let them have this, before they go back to that place of hellish disease.]

[It's like dangling a piece of meat in front of a hungry wolf. The way forward. The confusion clears and Beckett's voice with it, ringing instead with eagerness, maybe even excitement.]

It has - she has? Angel managed it? [And pride, there's definitely pride there.] And it worked? We can go into the church?

[Lord, let it be so. Let him have something so tangible to focus on, to override all of his endless uncertainties and doubts.]

[The sudden clarity and eagerness bring Enoch hope in return. He knows so well that feeling of the burden of doubt being lifted, and how important it is. What an immeasurable relief it is, and he feels it in grateful sympathy.]

If not right this moment, then certainly by the time we arrive. It came from whatever it was Ecks had. It must be the thing we've needed, the one the collective was talking about.

[Well, that changes everything - or most of everything. Beckett hesitates. He can't stop the others from going for the church as well, can he - but once they get there, would he be able to...]

I can travel there with you. [He decides to stop it at that. Consciously so. No promises anymore.]

[He's hoping he'll see. He can, will do these things too, if preserving himself to avoid hurting Beckett is less of a concern (or would be a double standard he would be unable to hold himself to at any rate, unable to bear Beckett's own risks while he himself does nothing).

But just to hear he'll be at his side again... He sighs, audibly relieved.]

I'm glad. I at least- at least can make this meal for you. I hate breaking my promises, but most of all to you.

[Bad enough he can't keep his promise to Winter in his state. Bad enough he knows he can't promise Beckett he will stay safe if he is asked to, knowing what lingering and waiting and worrying does to him.]

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