["Your only three friends in the world will die. Unless my people see you jump."
His features didn't change. ...But the fabric hiding his wings shook when the feathered appendages shook. Sherlock hated them more every second. Wilful things. Stop it.]
It was a game of chess. He... [God, he hated the words. He hated the words, and they made him want to be sick.] He had the better strategy. He played Mycroft. [A trace of bitterness. Knowing who it was that was a responsible for "Rich Brook"'s information.] And then he played me. There was no way for him to lose.
[A beat. A hard but silent swallow.]
But. If you get back to London-- Mycroft has everything. He'll settle things with Scotland Yard, reveal Moriarty. [It's the least he can do. Fix some of the mess he made.]
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His features didn't change. ...But the fabric hiding his wings shook when the feathered appendages shook. Sherlock hated them more every second. Wilful things. Stop it.]
It was a game of chess. He... [God, he hated the words. He hated the words, and they made him want to be sick.] He had the better strategy. He played Mycroft. [A trace of bitterness. Knowing who it was that was a responsible for "Rich Brook"'s information.] And then he played me. There was no way for him to lose.
[A beat. A hard but silent swallow.]
But. If you get back to London-- Mycroft has everything. He'll settle things with Scotland Yard, reveal Moriarty. [It's the least he can do. Fix some of the mess he made.]