[Horatio does not fight. It doesn't matter that he doesn't have anything resembling a weapon on him--the sword he left behind as soon as he became conscious of where he was, and he doesn't regret it--it doesn't matter that he has no defenses to speak of, that he wouldn't be able to do any damage even if critically necessary.
Horatio patently refuses to fight.
There's a lot of reasons why. The beliefs he holds, or his rejection of the purpose he was made for, the purpose he'd had, in some way, for far longer than he'd ever been devout. All those reasons are part of it.
But mostly he's just tired. Tired of struggling, tired of losing, tired of destroying.
He turns toward the sound at the same time Wash does, but he doesn't move to defend himself, nor does he he move to hide. Instead, he steps between Wash and the creature, whatever it is, and brandishes the torch like a shield.
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Horatio patently refuses to fight.
There's a lot of reasons why. The beliefs he holds, or his rejection of the purpose he was made for, the purpose he'd had, in some way, for far longer than he'd ever been devout. All those reasons are part of it.
But mostly he's just tired. Tired of struggling, tired of losing, tired of destroying.
He turns toward the sound at the same time Wash does, but he doesn't move to defend himself, nor does he he move to hide. Instead, he steps between Wash and the creature, whatever it is, and brandishes the torch like a shield.
Or maybe it's him that's the shield.]