He knows what this is. Watson is trying to gain his trust, negotiating for a hostage. But the second he unties him, he'll be the one on the ground and tied up. People don't just forgive and forget being attacked.
He smiles, wry and bitter, and huffs a breath that half sounds like a weary laugh.]
You know what the funny part of this is?
[He's not answering the question, half talking to himself even though his eyes remain fixed on Watson.]
It's been seventy years since I had a friend, and you were my first one.
[He stands slowly, looking down at the smaller man.]
However I meant it to happen, it's irrelevant. I've gone too far, and I still need that information.
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He knows what this is. Watson is trying to gain his trust, negotiating for a hostage. But the second he unties him, he'll be the one on the ground and tied up. People don't just forgive and forget being attacked.
He smiles, wry and bitter, and huffs a breath that half sounds like a weary laugh.]
You know what the funny part of this is?
[He's not answering the question, half talking to himself even though his eyes remain fixed on Watson.]
It's been seventy years since I had a friend, and you were my first one.
[He stands slowly, looking down at the smaller man.]
However I meant it to happen, it's irrelevant. I've gone too far, and I still need that information.