It's a moment of full vulnerability, and he feels the difference in himself this time. The yawning space where his urge to move in for the kill at such a confession would have been floods with empathy and understanding instead. He understands what he's asking Enver to face again. He hadn't the first time or second.

And yet he must still ask it.

"I know."

Here the pew groans for the last time as he rises, upright and holding out a hand for Enver. Out of his armour, there are a distinct lack of claws and, rather than his hands being weapons of murder, here and now they are the only bridge he can think to build between them.