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Characters: Moran & Moriarty Fandom: A Study in Emerald Rating: G Notes/Warnings: Study in Emerald spoilers Word count: 100
"I don't condone crown treason. The very notion is insane. But..."
The tap of Moriarty's cane goes silent. His footsteps come to a halt. Moran turns to see his companion eyeing him with a sharp, withering look.
"Were I also insane," he continues, low and sheepish, "I might understand the Ressurectionists. No doubt, the men are anarchists, but what they truly desire-- ill-founded though it is-- is freedom, is it not?"
Moriarty grunts. He doesn't wish to concede, but he does. "Freedom to walk about in the darkness, perhaps."
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Fandom: A Study in Emerald
Rating: G
Notes/Warnings: Study in Emerald spoilers
Word count: 100
"I don't condone crown treason. The very notion is insane. But..."
The tap of Moriarty's cane goes silent. His footsteps come to a halt. Moran turns to see his companion eyeing him with a sharp, withering look.
"Were I also insane," he continues, low and sheepish, "I might understand the Ressurectionists. No doubt, the men are anarchists, but what they truly desire-- ill-founded though it is-- is freedom, is it not?"
Moriarty grunts. He doesn't wish to concede, but he does. "Freedom to walk about in the darkness, perhaps."
"Like spoiled pets, fleeing loving masters." Moran agrees, shaking his head.