Because, what does he Say to that? To every word that pierces him so thoroughly, that -
He's been seen, and not by a Detective, or a student or pupil. By a girl who he's accepted as his own, who sees the screams he's had echoing inside of himself, bottling them up while desperately wanting them to be seen.
And now, at the edge of his limits, the end of his rope -
He has no more strength to push her away, or even care about his composure - and no desire to do anything but the one thing he's been wanting to do from the moment the ones he cared for began to die.
The icy form - the napoleon of crime, the calculating criminal - Shatters, and Moriarty's face twists into a grimace of pain and grief as he lowers his head and begins to sob, tears flowing down his cheeks.]
I...couldn't -
['I couldn't stop any of it.']
Ah...Why must I....always lose anything I care for....?
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Because, what does he Say to that? To every word that pierces him so thoroughly, that -
He's been seen, and not by a Detective, or a student or pupil. By a girl who he's accepted as his own, who sees the screams he's had echoing inside of himself, bottling them up while desperately wanting them to be seen.
And now, at the edge of his limits, the end of his rope -
He has no more strength to push her away, or even care about his composure - and no desire to do anything but the one thing he's been wanting to do from the moment the ones he cared for began to die.
The icy form - the napoleon of crime, the calculating criminal - Shatters, and Moriarty's face twists into a grimace of pain and grief as he lowers his head and begins to sob, tears flowing down his cheeks.]
I...couldn't -
['I couldn't stop any of it.']
Ah...Why must I....always lose anything I care for....?