[He doesn't understand. He feels like he fits. He feels perfectly natural.]
[But he remembers what Horatio said about his mother, about what she must have done, and what she said what feels like a hundred years ago. You wouldn't know good if it bit you in the ass. Maybe he wouldn't know himself, either.]
[The gears grind against each other more weakly, now. He's still fighting, but not quite so hard.]
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[He doesn't understand. He feels like he fits. He feels perfectly natural.]
[But he remembers what Horatio said about his mother, about what she must have done, and what she said what feels like a hundred years ago. You wouldn't know good if it bit you in the ass. Maybe he wouldn't know himself, either.]
[The gears grind against each other more weakly, now. He's still fighting, but not quite so hard.]