[Sherlock nearly threw himself off the bed, his hands pressing against his temple, eyes wide. For a moment, he can still hear the sound of a waterfall roaring inside his ears.
He didn't think of the possibility until much later in life, but Moriarty never did intend to leave the falls alive, that memory... only confirmed it. And that sensation while they fought...
And that pain, it took his brain a moment to remember he never injured his back like that.
Still there was something there that bothers him, no it prickles at his curiosity.]
[He murmurs quietly, his own hair was just as messy but he didn't bother to tidy up, not yet. Slowly his hands lowered, steeple together as his peridot-color eyes closed]
...I knew it was likely Moran would follow me there, but I didn't think he'd make an attempt on your life after I died. I'd assumed he would have run if I fell.
[He chuckles, but there's no genuine mirth behind it.
'if I fell.' What was the point of saying something like that? Sherlock himself had been privy to his thoughts at that time.
...Yet, when he says the variable name, Moriarty looks at him sharply - but says nothing.]
[The comment on Moran momentarily distracts him from the formula, but he kept note of it]
He was persistent. That wasn't the only time he had been an attempt on my life... it's one of the reasons why I hadn't returned to London for three years.
[Along with the strange sensations that was filling his mind and soul afterwards, too chaotic for him to return to his normal life as he was then]
[That actually gets Moriarty's eyes to widen, blinking at Sherlock curiously.]
...You must be joking. I - never treated the man in any special way, beyond that he was reliable enough to be someone I could rely on to get things done as I wanted them to.
I would disappear for a few months, Florence, Tibet, Sweden and other distant ports. Occasionally I resurface - under a false name - to take down one of your subordinates, and Moran would be on me within days before I escape and vanish again. Must be that experience from tracking down tigers...
[His expression darkens for as he spoke again, his voice cold]
Part of the reason why I returned was because he decided to go after Watson to try to flush me out.
[Sorry, he's still looking absolutely stunned - especially after hearing that the man crossed literal counties to get at the person who caused his death.]
...He always was an excellent tracker...
[He says that almost wonderingly, before apparently shaking himself out of his stupor.]
...I take it he didn't manage to hurt a hair on your assistant's head?
Again, I never knew he felt so strongly about me. All I did was provide money for him, and use him. Of course, I was friendly towards him - It's the easiest way to get people on your side, after all, along with the charisma Evil itself gives - but not enough to cause something like that.
[But he looks...at least contemplative.
At least, until he suddenly claps his hands, back to his familiar energetic persona.]
...But enough about the past! What's done is done, no time for regrets! My mana is a little lower, so I assume you and your Master got quite enough from me during that nap!
You have a way for making people care on a level that they shouldn't...
[Even he fell for it in Shinjuku - part of him really did want to believe Moriarty had the innate goodness despite his initial skepticism. He swung his legs around so he's sitting on the edge of the bed, letting the man change the subject]
Yes, I am feeling better... by the way, there is that formula you kept repeating...
[He was not going to let that drop while he was able to have Moriarty here]
But of course! That is the way a true criminal mastermind should behave, after all. Lower their guards down with your words and actions, and then when they least expect it...
[Thud.
With Holmes' back turned to him, he thwaps a hand on the man's back - right where he stabbed him in Shinjuku.]
...Well, I suppose you already know, don't you?
[He laughs - but then stops short as Holmes mentions the formula.]
...Just a formula. There's no greater meaning behind it - I've honestly forgotten why I had it stuck in my head on that day.
[He instinctively jerked at the thud, his torso turning, as if he was a second away from grabbing the man by the wrist. At the denial of the significance, he just gives the man a long, steady look]
It's not just an idle equation that you got stuck on. The specific points where it came up, and the end - you were satisfied that 'The Variable known as X survived'...
[He doesn't expect Moriarty to explain himself unless cornered or he has the upper hand, but he at least would let the man know he doesn't believe it's 'nothing'.]
So you won't allow a dead man to carry a secret with him to the grave? How cruel of you, Holmes.
[Yet, even with his casual banter - there's something in his eyes that's warning Sherlock not to pry any deeper.
This isn't knowledge he wants to give, not now - perhaps not ever.]
It's a simple formula, anyway - even a child could figure it out. It's like - when one of those maddening songs get stuck in your ears, and you can't remove it.
[He debates for a moment, to press the curiosity in him - the formula itself was simple, what 'X' stood for is a different manner entirely.
But the look in the man's eyes made the question catch and die in his throat, as his mind flashes, his eyes - he didn't remember that his eyes were actually gray, or those feelings he had as they rolled off the cliff.
Things he didn't remember, things that keep tickling at his mind, whispering to pry. No - he shouldn't, not now. Not here.
Perhaps Not Ever.]
Hmm...
[He didn't believe the excuse, but he let the matter drop]
[There's a moment as they stare each other down - blue and green - before Moriarty suddenly laughs, hitting him on the shoulder.]
Let me guess - you're flattered you're in my Equation? Don't be! After all, I was seriously considering dragging you down to Hell with me. I'm fairly certain even you wouldn't have survived a fall from that height!
[He grabs Watanuki, dragging the Witch from where he was to....basically on his lap. His lap is now full of limp noodle.]
And it looks like the illustrious Witch himself is feeling a little better, from the color he's gained.
[Sherlock rubs his shoulder, looking at his unconscious master, letting go some tension]
I can feel it,
[And it's still not enough to wake the man up, but that would take more than what would be safe for Moriarty, even with his high rank in Independent Action]
We should bring him back before someone starts wondering where he got off to.
[Sherlock murmurs as he extended his arm to grab both their gloves, wincing as he felt a twinge in his shoulder joint, using a too tight grip on the gloves until it passes]
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-and then Moriarty catapulted forward, taking in deep breaths of air as he suddenly woke up, groaning in pain as his 'back' acted up again.]
God - damn it -
[It took a moment to convince himself he wasn't under the water, dying slowly - that he was breathing air and his lungs could work properly.
Yet, he gives Sherlock a frenzied sidelong look, as he begins to try and calm himself down.]
...
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He didn't think of the possibility until much later in life, but Moriarty never did intend to leave the falls alive, that memory... only confirmed it. And that sensation while they fought...
And that pain, it took his brain a moment to remember he never injured his back like that.
Still there was something there that bothers him, no it prickles at his curiosity.]
ha-haahn...
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...When he finally calms down enough to speak again, his voice is....strangely quiet.]
...I didn't think you would willingly go into the falls.
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[He murmurs quietly, his own hair was just as messy but he didn't bother to tidy up, not yet. Slowly his hands lowered, steeple together as his peridot-color eyes closed]
X(2)....
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[He chuckles, but there's no genuine mirth behind it.
'if I fell.' What was the point of saying something like that? Sherlock himself had been privy to his thoughts at that time.
...Yet, when he says the variable name, Moriarty looks at him sharply - but says nothing.]
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He was persistent. That wasn't the only time he had been an attempt on my life... it's one of the reasons why I hadn't returned to London for three years.
[Along with the strange sensations that was filling his mind and soul afterwards, too chaotic for him to return to his normal life as he was then]
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[That actually gets Moriarty's eyes to widen, blinking at Sherlock curiously.]
...You must be joking. I - never treated the man in any special way, beyond that he was reliable enough to be someone I could rely on to get things done as I wanted them to.
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I would disappear for a few months, Florence, Tibet, Sweden and other distant ports. Occasionally I resurface - under a false name - to take down one of your subordinates, and Moran would be on me within days before I escape and vanish again. Must be that experience from tracking down tigers...
[His expression darkens for as he spoke again, his voice cold]
Part of the reason why I returned was because he decided to go after Watson to try to flush me out.
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...He always was an excellent tracker...
[He says that almost wonderingly, before apparently shaking himself out of his stupor.]
...I take it he didn't manage to hurt a hair on your assistant's head?
[Assistant, yeah, let's go with that.]
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[Though judging from the expression on his face, the man would've had suffered a worse fate if Holmes hadn't arrived before him]
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...That's understandable, at least. He was never quite bright, just a genius at tracking and ruthless enough to get certain things done.
[There's a pause, before he runs his hands back through his hair.]
...Did he ever say why he was hunting you down? To avenge me, obviously, but - frankly, I never took the man for someone who would go that far for me.
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[He rest his chin on his hand]
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Again, I never knew he felt so strongly about me. All I did was provide money for him, and use him. Of course, I was friendly towards him - It's the easiest way to get people on your side, after all, along with the charisma Evil itself gives - but not enough to cause something like that.
[But he looks...at least contemplative.
At least, until he suddenly claps his hands, back to his familiar energetic persona.]
...But enough about the past! What's done is done, no time for regrets! My mana is a little lower, so I assume you and your Master got quite enough from me during that nap!
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[Even he fell for it in Shinjuku - part of him really did want to believe Moriarty had the innate goodness despite his initial skepticism. He swung his legs around so he's sitting on the edge of the bed, letting the man change the subject]
Yes, I am feeling better... by the way, there is that formula you kept repeating...
[He was not going to let that drop while he was able to have Moriarty here]
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[Thud.
With Holmes' back turned to him, he thwaps a hand on the man's back - right where he stabbed him in Shinjuku.]
...Well, I suppose you already know, don't you?
[He laughs - but then stops short as Holmes mentions the formula.]
...Just a formula. There's no greater meaning behind it - I've honestly forgotten why I had it stuck in my head on that day.
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It's not just an idle equation that you got stuck on. The specific points where it came up, and the end - you were satisfied that 'The Variable known as X survived'...
[He doesn't expect Moriarty to explain himself unless cornered or he has the upper hand, but he at least would let the man know he doesn't believe it's 'nothing'.]
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[Yet, even with his casual banter - there's something in his eyes that's warning Sherlock not to pry any deeper.
This isn't knowledge he wants to give, not now - perhaps not ever.]
It's a simple formula, anyway - even a child could figure it out. It's like - when one of those maddening songs get stuck in your ears, and you can't remove it.
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But the look in the man's eyes made the question catch and die in his throat, as his mind flashes, his eyes - he didn't remember that his eyes were actually gray, or those feelings he had as they rolled off the cliff.
Things he didn't remember, things that keep tickling at his mind, whispering to pry. No - he shouldn't, not now. Not here.
Perhaps Not Ever.]
Hmm...
[He didn't believe the excuse, but he let the matter drop]
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Let me guess - you're flattered you're in my Equation? Don't be! After all, I was seriously considering dragging you down to Hell with me. I'm fairly certain even you wouldn't have survived a fall from that height!
[He grabs Watanuki, dragging the Witch from where he was to....basically on his lap. His lap is now full of limp noodle.]
And it looks like the illustrious Witch himself is feeling a little better, from the color he's gained.
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I can feel it,
[And it's still not enough to wake the man up, but that would take more than what would be safe for Moriarty, even with his high rank in Independent Action]
We should bring him back before someone starts wondering where he got off to.
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[He gathers Watanuki in his arms again, standing up easily off the bed.
...He never took off his shoes. Why this, Moriarty.]
- Luckily he's rather light, if long-limbed.
Grab my gloves, would you?
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[Sherlock murmurs as he extended his arm to grab both their gloves, wincing as he felt a twinge in his shoulder joint, using a too tight grip on the gloves until it passes]
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[Still, he notices the wince - and grins a little to himself, though he says absolutely nothing.
How's that phantom pain feel, hmmmm???
And he quickly starts to leave the room, heading downstairs with Watanuki, until they're back and he can be placed on his own bed.
...Moriarty even tucks him in, looking all the world like a doting grandfather.]