You do for now. [Jim immediately responded, eyes locking on to the child again.]
And human life has mattered to him so rarely in the past, so you must mean something to him.
[Jim cracked his jaw, shifting the lower mandible just slightly side to side as he stared down unblinkingly at Conan. He gave no indication he knew what the boy was talking about.]
Come near you with what, dear child, I don't know what you mean.
[ Contrary to what most people might have done in what is becoming an increasingly bleak situation, Conan merely narrows his eyes at the other. He needs to force the other's hand, had need to make him leave the only way he can do that is to push the man's buttons and Holmes is going to be so mad at him when he gets back to Baker Street. ]
The knife, it your pocket, small blade but sharp enough to do serious damage if you know where to cut and I'm sure you know exactly where to cut.
[ Not being tied down means that he can stand, which he does quickly, keeping his eyes locked on the older. ]
I told you, I'm his apprentice-he took me in because I asked him to teach me. Why is that so difficult for you to understand?
Nothing is difficult for me to understand. [Jim was flippant.] But it doesn't make any sense. He can barely handle living with a flatmate and land lady. Children are hardly his thing. And it's more than you being clever, no, no, there's more to it.
[Jim was babbling, the manic seemed to be the version of him that would unsettle the child the most, so it's the one he ran with. He paused, his jaw shifting again.]
Maybe I'll just have to bring Sherlock in myself to ask. Or maybe his dear Doctor, I'm sure he could answer a few questions. [Jim gave a small smirk here.] How foolish of me to expect the right answers from such a young child.
[ He might pretend to be fearless and he can stare down the barrel of a gun without an ounce of nervousness but the one thing he can't stand is the idea of others getting hurt for his sake or hurt at all really. But he can't afford to give Moriarty information that could potentially get a lot of other people hurt. ]
Holmes and I have a lot in common and we tend to think the same way. And he likes that I'm impressed with him. It's hardly a conspiracy.
He would like you to be impressed with him, wouldn't he?
[Jim scoffed at the child]
But, really, he's hardly anything. He's yet to do any damage to anything that really matters. Though I do admit he's got a certain magnetism to him. [His head tilted back, pursing his lips and thinking.]
If you've got so much in common... Show me. Impress me and I might not start cutting off fingers. Or maybe toes.
Oh no, I wouldn't use this. [He brings out the knife and flicks it opened and shut in a smooth motion before tucking it away again.] It's definitely not cut out for that sort of task. No, no. This knife is more for stabbing and gouging out eyes.
[His head tilts for just a moment before turning and striding from the room. The room had concrete walls and just the one door, so it was unlikely the child would escape without notice. This is, if he could get through the digital lock on the outside of the door at all. He was getting bored, anyway.]
[ He was bluffing. There are no windows and any gadget that may have been some kind of use is back at Baker Street. He has no idea how to escape and his resources are a bit lacking. The door clicks and he's left on his own. For how long, he doesn't know. At least a minute but no where near five. ]
[ When time is up he might have to give up a few fingers and he'd really rather not. There has to be something he can do, he can't just admit defeat. He glances at his watch and then to the door again. Maybe if Moriarty is expecting something complex as proof the other is like Holmes then maybe something simple will do the trick. ]
[ He quickly bunches his blankets up to look like a child hiding under the sheets and moves to wait along the wall for the door to open again. He'll have less than thirty seconds to pull this off so timing is everything. He'll have worry about whoever is guarding the door when he gets through it. ]
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And human life has mattered to him so rarely in the past, so you must mean something to him.
[Jim cracked his jaw, shifting the lower mandible just slightly side to side as he stared down unblinkingly at Conan. He gave no indication he knew what the boy was talking about.]
Come near you with what, dear child, I don't know what you mean.
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The knife, it your pocket, small blade but sharp enough to do serious damage if you know where to cut and I'm sure you know exactly where to cut.
[ Not being tied down means that he can stand, which he does quickly, keeping his eyes locked on the older. ]
I told you, I'm his apprentice-he took me in because I asked him to teach me. Why is that so difficult for you to understand?
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[Jim was babbling, the manic seemed to be the version of him that would unsettle the child the most, so it's the one he ran with. He paused, his jaw shifting again.]
Maybe I'll just have to bring Sherlock in myself to ask. Or maybe his dear Doctor, I'm sure he could answer a few questions. [Jim gave a small smirk here.] How foolish of me to expect the right answers from such a young child.
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Holmes and I have a lot in common and we tend to think the same way. And he likes that I'm impressed with him. It's hardly a conspiracy.
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[Jim scoffed at the child]
But, really, he's hardly anything. He's yet to do any damage to anything that really matters. Though I do admit he's got a certain magnetism to him. [His head tilted back, pursing his lips and thinking.]
If you've got so much in common... Show me. Impress me and I might not start cutting off fingers. Or maybe toes.
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Leave the room and I'd be happy to show you.
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[His head tilts for just a moment before turning and striding from the room. The room had concrete walls and just the one door, so it was unlikely the child would escape without notice. This is, if he could get through the digital lock on the outside of the door at all. He was getting bored, anyway.]
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[ When time is up he might have to give up a few fingers and he'd really rather not. There has to be something he can do, he can't just admit defeat. He glances at his watch and then to the door again. Maybe if Moriarty is expecting something complex as proof the other is like Holmes then maybe something simple will do the trick. ]
[ He quickly bunches his blankets up to look like a child hiding under the sheets and moves to wait along the wall for the door to open again. He'll have less than thirty seconds to pull this off so timing is everything. He'll have worry about whoever is guarding the door when he gets through it. ]