[ now that she's been given it, the unornamented first name barely registers. she is far more focused on his injuries -- careful, curious, concerned fingers easing a coat sleeve off one limb. she wonders if he's in any fit state to carry.
but then horatio confesses that he ordered the line to hold and she sucks in a rough, surprised breath. dear lord. she bows her head and tries to bury her instant reproach in the task at hand. the man is broken enough, she believes -- he doesn't need her disapproval to add to his guilt.
she deduces this because she can still feel her own guilt heavy on her shoulders. so many bodies and the slayer -- as ever -- took each one as a personal responsibility. ]
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but then horatio confesses that he ordered the line to hold and she sucks in a rough, surprised breath. dear lord. she bows her head and tries to bury her instant reproach in the task at hand. the man is broken enough, she believes -- he doesn't need her disapproval to add to his guilt.
she deduces this because she can still feel her own guilt heavy on her shoulders. so many bodies and the slayer -- as ever -- took each one as a personal responsibility. ]