A/N: I finish my classes on Monday, so after that expect daily postings! If I don't post daily, you all have full permission to beat me down if you meet me in person, deal?
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Sherlock had decided he'd lost his mind. He was beginning to have just the slightest bit of sympathy for Sebastian Moran.
Yeah. THAT Sebastian Moran.
It happened all at once. He was just reading some intel on that sneaky bastard when he happened upon a photo from the sniper's much younger days. Moran was innocent then; he didn't know he'd grow up to be under the thumb of one of the world's most prolific crime lords.
And Sherlock felt bad for him.
Moran had had a rough upbringing: he'd lost his mother at a very young age, and his father was both mentally and physically abusive. He'd ended up in hospital with unexplained injuries more times than Sherlock cared to count.
The photo was of Moran, just as he was about to be deployed to the British Army. He was not smiling, but instead he stood, expressionless.
Sherlock thought he saw a bit of himself in Moran's deadened eyes.
John,
My feelings of sentiment are growing more unbearable by the day. Today I felt the strongest sense of sympathy I've ever felt for another human being. This is a cause for alarm in and of itself, but the most horrifying part is who the human being was.
It was Sebastian Moran.
His past could be mine if you changed a few names and gave him a pompous, smug arsehole as a brother. I am afraid now, that when I finally get my opportunity to end this, that I will look into his eyes and see myself. I know that if that happens, I will not shoot him. Killing Moran is the only way Moriarty's reign of terror will end.
I'd best start hardening my heart again.
Sherlock
A/N: Well that got more into Moran's past than I anticipated. Oops. Thank you so so much for reading! Please review and...
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