self-locked to 1204
[The sound clicks on, and there is no background sound. Moriarty gets right to the point, and he's in full form-eloquent, cold, and disdainful.]
Though I very much doubt there is any sort of point to this, I feel I might as well cover all contingencies. Enough strangeness has bubbled up tonight that I cannot take the risk of saying nothing and finding that I am in the wrong, and the mad rabble are in the right.
To...Jonathan. [The name sounds foreign.] I will admit, were I the sort of man willing to acknowledge fancy, I might be inclined to say I can feel you there, hear you. You seem displeased with me.
Some stunted sense of altruism, no doubt. To what end, exactly? For what gain?
I do not know exactly what will happen when the sun rises, nor do I know where I will find myself, or where you will be. But mark me-if you get in my way? If you thwart my plans to go after the detective? I will make you regret it in ways you cannot even fathom. If I am to be, as some imply, a prisoner within you for a month, I will take that time to observe whom it is you care about, where they live, and what sort of 'story' they themselves are on this night once a month. And next month, assuming I have the freedom to move around the building as these other stories seem to have in the past, I will use that time to destroy those things you care about.
[There is a soft sound as he leans back in his chair.]
Mark me, boy, we are not entirely different. I suspect that is why I am with you, and not someone else. You have drive, but you lack direction. Were you wise, you would allow me to give you some. You do not seem to lack intelligence, and perhaps even have a small gift for analysis. So put it to use. Stop lowering yourself to the level of lesser men and carry my legacy.
[A pause.]
Or I will crush you and the things you love with a level of prejudice that you cannot imagine.