But...I didn't become involved with a Fixer Group. No, I...joined a Syndicate, and became a prominent member.
[...]
Too prominent. So, they got rid of me - not through killing me, but by having me 'infiltrate' a Wing.
Of course, once I was gone...they naturally stopped asking for information a few weeks in.
But...for the sake of the 'mission', they had my body manipulated.
[He looks over at Sherlock, quietly.]
This old appearance...it's all plastic surgery and biosurgery. They even worked on my larynx when I went under, so that I would sound like an old man, but...I'm early 30's, at most.
[He runs a hand over his mustache, which flakes off a few bristles.]
But...I have no idea if it's due to the time manipulation, but it seems to be slowly undoing itself. My voice....sounds like how I remember it, now.
...'James Moriarty' is not the name I originally gave myself, but...as much as this is hell, I will be happy if I can look in the mirror and not impulsively wonder who it is that's staring back at me.
[...]
How is it...? That we are two men, with strange powers, and no memories....?
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[It's quiet, and in that same voice.]
But...I didn't become involved with a Fixer Group. No, I...joined a Syndicate, and became a prominent member.
[...]
Too prominent. So, they got rid of me - not through killing me, but by having me 'infiltrate' a Wing.
Of course, once I was gone...they naturally stopped asking for information a few weeks in.
But...for the sake of the 'mission', they had my body manipulated.
[He looks over at Sherlock, quietly.]
This old appearance...it's all plastic surgery and biosurgery. They even worked on my larynx when I went under, so that I would sound like an old man, but...I'm early 30's, at most.
[He runs a hand over his mustache, which flakes off a few bristles.]
But...I have no idea if it's due to the time manipulation, but it seems to be slowly undoing itself. My voice....sounds like how I remember it, now.
...'James Moriarty' is not the name I originally gave myself, but...as much as this is hell, I will be happy if I can look in the mirror and not impulsively wonder who it is that's staring back at me.
[...]
How is it...? That we are two men, with strange powers, and no memories....?