Sometimes, in the dark of night when he couldn't sleep, Horace wondered, remembered, and doubted.
Wondered if he really mattered. Remembered how he used to be. Doubted that all was forgiven.
In his darkest moments, believed they didn't care.
Wondered if he didn't deserve it.
What have you done for Will? the voice in his head whispered. He saved your life, what have you done?
He never had an answer for it, and the words kept circling. What have you done for Will? What have you done?
In his mind, he knew. In his heart, he doubted.