The photo in Eurus' hand had given her a tremor of disgust. How vile must this photo be! she thought. It was a portrait of a young girl dressed in fine garments and groomed to a tee. She sat upon a chair, her posture stiff for a child. The photo would seem to be ordinary but there was something out of place. The smile that sat upon the girl's lips.
It was an odd contortion of her muscles instead of a warm smile of a child. It was out of place, inexplicably fails to give the impression that it was of a human being's. Indeed, the more you carefully examine the photo the girl had her fists balled, in anger and her face twisted into a smile of a maniac. It is a horrific sight to see one's childhood photo, much less that of her own.
"How did you get this?" Eurus demanded, seeing the man who handed me the photo smile from the table across her.
"Oh Jim had it, we used to scan across the Holmes files and documents. I never thought this one would come in handy someday."
She rubbed her head and slumped back her chair. "And you showed it to Molly."
"Oh no, she has her own copy." Sebastian grinned once more. This odd "bonding" feeling was definitely not for her. Sebastian seems to be too comfortable for her own taste. If he's no longer necessary, he'd be gone immediately.
"Don't be too chummy Sebastian." Eurus glared at the giant.
Eurus didn't understand the concept of hunger until she left Sherrinford. As a child she had always been offered an array of sweets and cake. She had never felt her stomach growl at her, signing that she needed to eat. After being confined to her uncle's prison, people would often make a great fuss over her, making sure she ate most of the time. In due time, Eurus dreaded the act.
It seemed so banal, pushing morsels of food inside one's mouth repeatedly until the plate was empty. Some would even request a second plate, and stuff themselves more and more. Eurus would shudder in disgust. She would go days without eating, only giving up her streak when her body would weaken tremendously.
But with Molly, eating seemed to be something of a reward. She would constantly bring home different varieties of takeaway fastfood, scarfing down the food happily. Meals would be accompanied by Molly's endearin- annoying droning about her day and before she knew it she was on her second plate.
Molly Hooper was a great source of white noise.