[Yujin listens patiently, uttering only a soft hum of acknowledgment as Sherlock explains his feelings. Or lack thereof, rather. He must be terribly lonely, with this sort of outlook on things...
The silence is punctuated by Sherlock's pen tapping on paper. Just as Yujin's about to offer up some words of wisdom, though? He hears Sherlock use a first name.]
[ His life has been very lonely. He lived with an imaginary friend for 15 years as his best friend and brother. ]
Yes, John Watson.
[ He says in a tone that suggests he's rolling his eyes at the question. Do keep up, Mikotoba. This shouldn't be new information. ]
He had every right to leave me behind in Edelweiss after I infiltrated deeper into its depths, but he stayed and continued to investigate the institute on his own accord. Then he went with me to New Orleans and even dressed up at my insistence to gather more information about the black opals. The sheriff took all his money in the process. Our luggage got thrown off the docks. We got shot at, went into gator infested waters, bore witness to the evidence of multiple horrific cultist activities.
[ Those last parts all happened within the same day. ]
And this is from a man who told me he objected to rows because his nerves were shaken. I hold no reservation that his willingness to accompany me through all that is nothing but an oddity.
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The silence is punctuated by Sherlock's pen tapping on paper. Just as Yujin's about to offer up some words of wisdom, though? He hears Sherlock use a first name.]
John, hm?
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Yes, John Watson.
[ He says in a tone that suggests he's rolling his eyes at the question. Do keep up, Mikotoba. This shouldn't be new information. ]
He had every right to leave me behind in Edelweiss after I infiltrated deeper into its depths, but he stayed and continued to investigate the institute on his own accord. Then he went with me to New Orleans and even dressed up at my insistence to gather more information about the black opals. The sheriff took all his money in the process. Our luggage got thrown off the docks. We got shot at, went into gator infested waters, bore witness to the evidence of multiple horrific cultist activities.
[ Those last parts all happened within the same day. ]
And this is from a man who told me he objected to rows because his nerves were shaken. I hold no reservation that his willingness to accompany me through all that is nothing but an oddity.