Horatio sighed softly and bowed his head slightly.

He thought of that small church he'd found. How he'd walked in unbeknownst to the priest, knelt before the altar, and prayed. Then spoke with the priest when he was found. Talked about a man sacrificing everything for the sin's of another, taking the weight of the world's scorn on his shoulders to spare someone else. Looking up at the crucifix above and behind the altar, seeing the figure of Christ on a cross and feeling the weight in his chest at the understanding he'd always lacked.

"It has to be."