[ John is silent throughout Sherlock choking his way through admitting he was wrong. His wings jerked briefly at the mention of the older Holmes, but that was over quickly. If Sherlock thought John was angry at him...
Moriarty was truly a terror - John acknowledged that. But no way for him to lose? Hadn't the man shot himself in the face? That didn't seem much like winning to John. Had he agreed to do so if Sherlock jumped? That'd make a bit of sense, but John didn't see why Sherlock would trust Moriarty to follow through on his word... John certainly didn't trust him to adhere to a suicide pact. Why should he? The whole point of the game was to get Sherlock out of the way, right? To humiliate him, burn him?
John swallowed at the mention of London. Aside from the fact that it was home, he couldn't say he was really all that eager to return to it. ]
And you?
[ He turns his head just slightly, only to show an ear and maybe just the edge of an eye and nose. His voice feels rough, but he doesn't clear it. That'd almost be worse. ]
Assuming it's even possible to get out of here... Would I ever see you there again?
[ Did you really do it? Did you really kill yourself?
John had taken the pulse of the body splayed on the altar before Saint Bartholomew, and still he didn't want to believe it. ]
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Moriarty was truly a terror - John acknowledged that. But no way for him to lose? Hadn't the man shot himself in the face? That didn't seem much like winning to John. Had he agreed to do so if Sherlock jumped? That'd make a bit of sense, but John didn't see why Sherlock would trust Moriarty to follow through on his word... John certainly didn't trust him to adhere to a suicide pact. Why should he? The whole point of the game was to get Sherlock out of the way, right? To humiliate him, burn him?
John swallowed at the mention of London. Aside from the fact that it was home, he couldn't say he was really all that eager to return to it. ]
And you?
[ He turns his head just slightly, only to show an ear and maybe just the edge of an eye and nose. His voice feels rough, but he doesn't clear it. That'd almost be worse. ]
Assuming it's even possible to get out of here... Would I ever see you there again?
[ Did you really do it? Did you really kill yourself?
John had taken the pulse of the body splayed on the altar before Saint Bartholomew, and still he didn't want to believe it. ]