Observation. A love for meticulous attention to detail was one of the things that made Sherlock Holmes who he was. He wanted to brush it off as just that, but perhaps for the most part – it is because these were names he was actively seeking. There were portions of Holmes’ manner, of speech; little tics and folds of fingers he couldn’t deny were a mirror of his own; to say they were at par about how they felt about their best friend was going to be no grand leap.
Silence sometimes speaks volumes and the pause is a set of encyclopedia that Sherlock sets out to read. The shift of weight in his movement, the sudden draw of the pipe and the way Holmes lips puff out smoke. Each movement is a chapter. The statement is most curious. He’s never lied to himself, convincingly in front of a mirror so the differentiation is a bit harder. He had a fondness for claims people couldn’t exactly counter or wordings to give things a particular flair.
“I’m sure you had something to keep you occupied,” he hints - perhaps a spaceship, perhaps a marksman or the need to dust off spider webs. “I’ve consequently decided to abandon that train of thought, this place is illogical people are brought haphazardly as if almost as random. A slim chance is as good as any.”
He does want to meet Holmes’ Watson. The picture painted itself so easily; a war doctor invalidated from Afghanistan who wrote – memoirs. The chances of Watson setting foot on this ship, he realizes, are the same as a James Moriarty popping out of the stasis fluid.
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Silence sometimes speaks volumes and the pause is a set of encyclopedia that Sherlock sets out to read. The shift of weight in his movement, the sudden draw of the pipe and the way Holmes lips puff out smoke. Each movement is a chapter. The statement is most curious. He’s never lied to himself, convincingly in front of a mirror so the differentiation is a bit harder. He had a fondness for claims people couldn’t exactly counter or wordings to give things a particular flair.
“I’m sure you had something to keep you occupied,” he hints - perhaps a spaceship, perhaps a marksman or the need to dust off spider webs. “I’ve consequently decided to abandon that train of thought, this place is illogical people are brought haphazardly as if almost as random. A slim chance is as good as any.”
He does want to meet Holmes’ Watson. The picture painted itself so easily; a war doctor invalidated from Afghanistan who wrote – memoirs. The chances of Watson setting foot on this ship, he realizes, are the same as a James Moriarty popping out of the stasis fluid.
"Unnecessary, Gratitude."