I am not -- [he says, as his hands shake,] -- afraid -- [He is. The fear is gripping him, sinking claws cold enough to burn into his brain, into his heart. It is an echo, but it is still loud.] -- I am angry.
[She's asking for the gun, but no, no he won't do that -- Holmes isn't going to give the weapon over, especially not to a young girl with -- ??? firearms experience. Does she have firearms experience? She might, his mind tells him. But, still -- he doesn't want to be without it.]
This man -- pulled me into Lake Fors.
[He lowers the pistol, his heart still hammering, breath still short and shaky, at Ray's gentle push. He doesn't let go, both his hands are still on it, but at least the muzzle is aimed toward the ground, and not a person.]
Two months ago.
[Consciously, Sherlock knows that merpeople were susceptible to the mind control in a different way from other monster types. He saw the chatter on the network. He encountered Emporio. To that end, Octavius is a total unknown: he may be a habitual murderer, he may not. The behavior could be an outlier, or he could have served the Sjora's whims cheerfully. But the fear, the defensiveness, the survival instinct to kick and scream and do whatever it took to prevent what had happened from happening again...he doesn't want that man any closer to him than he is now. In fact, he'd like them to be on separate continents.]
cw drowning
[She's asking for the gun, but no, no he won't do that -- Holmes isn't going to give the weapon over, especially not to a young girl with -- ??? firearms experience. Does she have firearms experience? She might, his mind tells him. But, still -- he doesn't want to be without it.]
This man -- pulled me into Lake Fors.
[He lowers the pistol, his heart still hammering, breath still short and shaky, at Ray's gentle push. He doesn't let go, both his hands are still on it, but at least the muzzle is aimed toward the ground, and not a person.]
Two months ago.
[Consciously, Sherlock knows that merpeople were susceptible to the mind control in a different way from other monster types. He saw the chatter on the network. He encountered Emporio. To that end, Octavius is a total unknown: he may be a habitual murderer, he may not. The behavior could be an outlier, or he could have served the Sjora's whims cheerfully. But the fear, the defensiveness, the survival instinct to kick and scream and do whatever it took to prevent what had happened from happening again...he doesn't want that man any closer to him than he is now. In fact, he'd like them to be on separate continents.]