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[Such a wondrous device. Are there little invisible couriers for these messages?]

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[warriorscribe]

[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.

[bookofnope]

[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.]

[warriorscribe]

[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.]