[He won't be making any sudden movements - as he sits up, he slumps over, supported pretty much only by his own frame.]
....James...Moriarty. That's...Who I am...right...?
[He says it in that same confused tone, like he's not sure himself, blinking slowly.
...Yet, as time passes, his posture begins to get a little better - as his mind reorganizes itself, slots secrets and other things safely away where he won't mumble about them.]
...Archer...I'm an Archer. A Heroic Servant....even though I'm not a Hero...or even Good...
[That last sentence...is full of something. Some sort of deep pain that's never healed over, only sometimes glimpsed at when the mask falls to the floor.
It only takes a moment more before he makes a confused noise, squeezing his eyes shut before looking Holmes back in the eyes -
And finally, Moriarty is fully back to himself.]
...Holmes? What - What the devil are we doing on the floor...?
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....James...Moriarty. That's...Who I am...right...?
[He says it in that same confused tone, like he's not sure himself, blinking slowly.
...Yet, as time passes, his posture begins to get a little better - as his mind reorganizes itself, slots secrets and other things safely away where he won't mumble about them.]
...Archer...I'm an Archer. A Heroic Servant....even though I'm not a Hero...or even Good...
[That last sentence...is full of something. Some sort of deep pain that's never healed over, only sometimes glimpsed at when the mask falls to the floor.
It only takes a moment more before he makes a confused noise, squeezing his eyes shut before looking Holmes back in the eyes -
And finally, Moriarty is fully back to himself.]
...Holmes? What - What the devil are we doing on the floor...?