Sherlock and Moriarty nonsense

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And I was dragged here because I saw something they wanted to keep underwraps.

[Exile, a virtual death sentence for one, and the reward of being a sole survivor for the other. At the request, the pause, his eyes slowly opens again, before quietly he inclines his head]

That's fine... it does get a bit lonely in the hours in between.

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...Thank you.

[It's an awkward, quiet next couple of hours. Of course, there are a few whispers as the day finally starts and he exits from Holmes' room, but they can ignore it.

There is another breakout - multiple, this time - before everything shifts once more.

...But this time, they're in Control, with Malkuth excitedly talking to them - just like she did on the very first day, the little boxy machine with her hairclip and notepad.

And more than that -]

Is this...?

[The voice is still that of a early 30's man, but if Sherlock looks over - he'll see Another him, but with bluish eyes instead of his green.]

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[He starts when everything shits, expecting the same day - but being in control, like it was orientation all over again?

Sherlock pauses - is this the use of TimeTrack? how to explain it... he turns to the now familiar voice, to see if he's seeing it, when his breath catches in his throat, eyes widening in shock - it took all his willpower to muffle the sound that wanted to come out -

it's like looking in a mirror]