[The wide smile vanishes at the proclamation - again that expressionless serenity appears.

Then it distorts, twisting - a different kind of smile appearing - one of relief - satisfied by the answer Moriarty gave to them.

And for the second it was there, it was gone, as the beast's eyes stared at the carrier coolly, the whites of his eyes turning that same intense blue glow that was spreading across his body and attempting to form horns]

Your love has become distorted, this is the result of our splitting I see.

[Then his eyes closed, growing as still as a tree, the blue glow seeping through his eyelids, obscuring the green they're surrounding]

Then - for now. We are at an impasse.