[He whispers, sharp and low, hissing like a snake - the name meant something. Something bad - no, wrong? It's fogged up, something from the time before he found himself wandering in some unknown place.
Why is it familiar? The name causing his chest to ache with regret and anger. He hunches over, arms wrapped around himself, watching as Moriarty grew still, tears springing up]
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[He whispers, sharp and low, hissing like a snake - the name meant something. Something bad - no, wrong? It's fogged up, something from the time before he found himself wandering in some unknown place.
Why is it familiar? The name causing his chest to ache with regret and anger. He hunches over, arms wrapped around himself, watching as Moriarty grew still, tears springing up]
...Is that... is that his name?
Why...
[The question dies on his lips]