[For a moment, Moriarty pauses - clearly thinking, weighing his options.
For a moment, the idea of continuing to push - of potentially pushing hard on those cracks, until he finally shatters - springs to his mind, and...
he wants to.
That urge is too compelling to ignore.]
You don't think your companions care for you, and vice versa, Holmes?
Have you truly become that cold person - someone who only seeks truth and knowledge, regardless of who it hurts?
[He feels solomon shift beside him, as if asking what's happening, but his gaze remains locked on the man in front of him - that ice blue gaze, never once letting Holmes out of his sight.]
no subject
For a moment, the idea of continuing to push - of potentially pushing hard on those cracks, until he finally shatters - springs to his mind, and...
he wants to.
That urge is too compelling to ignore.]
You don't think your companions care for you, and vice versa, Holmes?
Have you truly become that cold person - someone who only seeks truth and knowledge, regardless of who it hurts?
[He feels solomon shift beside him, as if asking what's happening, but his gaze remains locked on the man in front of him - that ice blue gaze, never once letting Holmes out of his sight.]