Oh, you bastard!
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Oh, you bastard!
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A Fresh Look on the Case || puttheeyesback/diglestrade-cp
[previously]
[sighs]
Two weeks and still no leads.
... hang on... that kid said he --
Does anyone know that man that was here last week?
You do? Well get him in!
The Last Thread || (puttheeyesback/colsmoran)
And the solider you will also be, a foolish one at that. You see this is where I am confused, for a man that came from nothing, you are now going back to that but you could walk free, you could rid yourself of him completely but yet you still cling onto his name, his legacy…should I be concerned about your mental health. It seems as though you are punishing yourself for his death, perhaps you are thinking you could have stopped it but you were a good little solider and followed his orders…how…touching.
Oh really? I don’t see fit in killing those who are too weak to defend themselves. It is like hurting a child or an animal, it is inhumane.
Oh, I didn’t know you cared so much about him.
It would be almost pathetic to kill you. I was hoping for some sort of match but all I see is a man that has given up, where is your backbone Moran? You broke my nose and almost my wrist and yet here you are, defending the man that killed himself and left you to pick up the pieces. Some sort of effort would be nice. Is Moriarty really worth this? Because this is starting to get far too sentimental for my liking.
Still protective over it?
Jim’s dead Moran, holding this information to yourself isn’t worth it anymore.
Don’t play stupid with me, Sebastian.
Jim must have given you some information, he trusted you. So tell me everything you know, or I’m going to kill you.
It’s not often that I resort to violence but with you…I made this one exception
Finally, closing the strings of Moriarty’s web, you’re the last thread. Do you give you up, Moran?
colsmoran:
Christ, you have one helluva right-hook.
What's there to give up? The firm broke up months ago, thanks to you.
colsmoran:
You think I'm going to tell you anything?
Look, if you're going to kill me, just do it now? I've been in the army. I was trained to resist interrogations and torture. You're not gonna get any information from me, mate.
colsmoran:
There's no need to remind me he's dead.
And what I know I'll rather take with me to the grave.
colsmoran:
Why would you care? The guy picked me up from the gutters and gave me a home. Clothes. Money. Everything that I needed. Of course I'd defend what took him years to build up. And I destroyed it within three years because I couldn't do it without him. I'm a soldier. Not business man. But if you think I'm giving you any information, you're greatly mistaken.
And Moriarty? He's worth dying for.
colsmoran:
Didn't you do your research? I was his Chief of Staff. He told me to look after the firm, and so I did. I know I could have walked off with a shitload of money since my contract with Moriarty had ended as soon as he blew his fucking brains out. But he gave it all to me. His money. His house. His empire. Who was I to just throw that all away?
I agree he was fucking insane. But he wasn't a monster.
To be continued.
Tower Hill || (goingtobesonaughty/colsmoran)
Yeah… Bye.
See you on the other side, Tiger
... yeah...
I got to go. See you at the Tower... I'll be up on a roof. Somewhere...
HA! Miss me?! Hahahaha..!
Haha… ha…
…
…I know.
...
Six week is a long time...
And after that... it's only a matter of months... fuck maybe even less...
I'll miss you, okay?
YES! You’re not supposed to get it. You’re supposed to follow your orders like a good boy.
Why do you care? Urgh… Is it sentiment?
Wait…
Oh pleeaase tell me this isn’t why you were so… urgh
…Affectionate… Last night…
Well, what if he does?!
You'll just shoot yourself? Just to have him do the same?!
I just -- don't get it. This... this game. And this obsession of yours...
Oh for God’s sake…
That will only happen if Sherlock gets it…
…Which he wont.
No one ever gets it.
Game...
... What?! Excited?!
For fuck's sake, Jim! I'm not quite excited about the idea of you maybe killing yourself at the end of this fucking game!
The end? Umm, no. The game is just getting started!
You should be excited Sebby!
I know, I know. But--
It's kinda the beginning of the end, you know--
Don’t start that again.
Even I can’t stop it now.
... I can't believe you still have to ask that. You know how I think about this bullshit with Holmes.
I suppose -- there is still no chance I could change your mind?
Why not?
It's nothing, I -- I just don't think we should do this.
Sebastian what’s wrong? You’re stuttering. You never stutter.
Yeah I — I was just about to leave myself — you know. To keep an eye on things while you — do your thing.
Sebastian, I’m popping out for a bit.
…Well, a few months. Look after everything while I’m gone would you? x
Jim — we have a problem. Well, I have a problem…
Seb, are you okay… You lo-
No… Nonononono…!
You are NOT allowed to die Moran!
…
Ha-- I'm not planning to--
I'm not-- haha--- going to give you that --- hehe--- satisfaction
Ehehehe--
Shit.
I need a car. Now.
Sebastian, don’t you DARE fucking die on me, understand?
Seriously, the pain is -- fine I just--
I just feel so tired and--
And cold...
Seb you’re trained for this you ca-
Seb? ….Fuck.
Get me to a hospital or something?!
…
I— I don’t feel so well, boss… seriously.
I swear, you better be dying…
Right, now.
What do you want me to do about it?
What?! Jesus fuck Jim, this is serious. I'm bleeding like a fucking pig!
I mean LOOK AT IT!
So? I’m taking a day off, what do you want me to do about it?
…
Are you still here?
Run along, Moran, and clean up that mess of yours.
…
Jim — we have a problem. Well, I have a problem…