Seventh Dispatch - [voice]/[action]

[captainhornblower]

[Horatio Hornblower's voice is very calm, very quiet. It sounds... not even curious. He is almost stating a fact, rather than asking a question.]

Lieutenant Bush's things are gone.

Why? What is the meaning of this?

[His housemates... will find him in his own room now, seated at his desk, the journal lying open in front of him-- if they dare disturb.]

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[voice]

[memoryboxes]

[After all the initial truth in the replies, she'll pipe up with a quiet voice; she's had a lot of things on her mind lately, but this... Well, someone leaving must be a painful thing. She only hopes it hadn't happened to her already.]

I'm so sorry, Horatio-san. He was a friend from your world?

[Hello, peeping.]

[voice]

[captainhornblower]

He was.

Thank you.

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[memoryboxes]

I see... [She hopes she had never met him; otherwise, she would be... forgetting yet another person.] I hope he's doing well in your world, then. Are the others in your home doing okay?

[She can only think of Archie, but. Faces. Names. They're easy to lose track of.]

[voice]

[captainhornblower]

If I know Mr. Bush, he's doing quite well.

[The thought takes a fraction of the weight from his voice.]

Mr Kennedy and Mr. Wellard are doing well, thank you.

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[memoryboxes]

[Wellard... Wellard. She can't match any faces to it. She smiles faintly. Warmly. Situations like these certainly call for it.]

That's good. Navy folk are strong, after all.