['Simple' isn't the end of the world, but it twists Horatio's gut all the same. 'Simple,' after all, is exactly how many of his brother officers would describe the quiet streets of Hythe and his father's little clinic.
Still, a quick roll of his shoulders helps shake things back toward what truly matters (at least, now that they aren't being ridden out of town by the general population).]
How do--? [The machine is still making fretful little noises, but Horatio risks poking at it again gently.] How does it-- get in there?
[What the right questions are to ask about this witchcraft?]
no subject
Still, a quick roll of his shoulders helps shake things back toward what truly matters (at least, now that they aren't being ridden out of town by the general population).]
How do--? [The machine is still making fretful little noises, but Horatio risks poking at it again gently.] How does it-- get in there?
[What the right questions are to ask about this witchcraft?]