He watches Pellew succeeding where he and Clive have failed these past few hours. He's glad of it, for the sooner Horatio leaves that room, the better. His heart contracts nonetheless. On the Reknown he had thought the three of them might – but they had both withdrawn from him. Time left only for each other, even before they realized how short it would be.
Eventually Horatio succumbs to Pellew's coaxing, wobbling on cramped legs like an newborn colt, blinking at the prison windows as if he never noticed the sun going down.
And he flees, unable to bear that blank stare again.