But, nonetheless, it's a conversation he's going to get through, because he's the one who started it and he isn't going to back down from a stupid final sort of challenge from that stupid Holmes asshole.
He doesn't bother trying to make his voice any less... sad, really, but in a distant way, like an oncoming train way down the tracks, so far away nobody knows it's there yet.]
I'm sorry. [Which feels like a fucking cop out, one to end all cop outs, because is he seriously sorry? No. He's not sorry for John's loss, or anything like that. It's just what you say, he thinks.] It's... it's him, I...
[Fuck. He can't do this. Damn it. He doesn't know how to tell someone their fucking moirail is dead, this isn't his job.]
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But, nonetheless, it's a conversation he's going to get through, because he's the one who started it and he isn't going to back down from a stupid final sort of challenge from that stupid Holmes asshole.
He doesn't bother trying to make his voice any less... sad, really, but in a distant way, like an oncoming train way down the tracks, so far away nobody knows it's there yet.]
I'm sorry. [Which feels like a fucking cop out, one to end all cop outs, because is he seriously sorry? No. He's not sorry for John's loss, or anything like that. It's just what you say, he thinks.] It's... it's him, I...
[Fuck. He can't do this. Damn it. He doesn't know how to tell someone their fucking moirail is dead, this isn't his job.]