[Horatio bites back a cry of pain. The sudden rise did nothing but rend the wounds on his more. Still, he forces himself to make no other sound, even as his eyes close against the pain and lack of balance he feels.
She's right. This is his fault, but he can keep the situation from getting worse. His own wounds are nothing. His pain selfish.
He has to fight through this. Find some redemption in those still alive.]
Y--yes.
I-- [It's hard to say, but his pride is battered enough-- shattered, even-- that the words will come out after a struggle.] I am at your command.
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She's right. This is his fault, but he can keep the situation from getting worse. His own wounds are nothing. His pain selfish.
He has to fight through this. Find some redemption in those still alive.]
Y--yes.
I-- [It's hard to say, but his pride is battered enough-- shattered, even-- that the words will come out after a struggle.] I am at your command.