Yes- dropped the- trying to let you be, you've hurt enough, I-...

[The tablet scrapes on the floor as he picks it up again. Unlike Rhys, Enoch doesn't lose himself to panic so easily, he doesn't know how to keep it in check when it's this bad, when everything he is has been thrown into uncertainty this way. He's almost sure he's going insane, which makes the panic worse. His thoughts are a confused mess and his death price prevents him from refining them, and then it's all filtered through tears that make it hard to draw enough breath to finish a sentence before his mind reels into another thought.]

Couldn't let you- never wanted to hurt you. Remember it if it helps.