[Horatio's skin is still crawling with the hot frustration of his own helplessness... but it's over, for the moment. The twist of his arm, Scorpio's grip on his throat.]

I hope you'll understand if I'm not feeling entirely confident of my judgement in coming to you, at this moment.

[He touches his throat gingerly, approaching the desk with the two dolls on it.]

Though I'm grateful you stopped.