[If asked later, he wouldn't be able to tell anyone why he was crying, but the feelings were bubbling and boiling, and churning, utter relief, rage spilling over, guilt, joy, it's all mixed up in a confusing mess all needing to get out. Just to get it all out of him.

And make his chest stop hurting so much.

He didn't even realized what happened, he flung the cleaver into the far wall at the touch, startled his body twists like a serpent lashing out blindly before-]

Mor-Moriarty?!