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ᴊᴏɴᴀs ᴠᴀʟᴇsᴋᴀ (highfunctioning) wrote in thereincarnates,

It took not a moment's passing for Willa to mention Jena. Jonas was no fool, he knew precisely who had attempted to enter Jena's home in Boston weeks ago. Though not Willa herself, it was, indeed, the woman pulling the strings behind the action. Two men were in her home that evening, of this he knew. One, tall, broad and brash. The other managed to leave just bare traces of his footsteps in the carpet. This one appeared nothing more than a spectre, eluding even Jonas' genius. Which led him to believe that he, being out in the world somewhere, was far more dangerous than one mortal man should be. Only two names circulated his mind.

"I never took you for one so caring," Jonas said, without even a flicker of emotion in his eye. It would not do well to give away his tender spots so soon. Though, he often claimed to have none. Especially not when it came to the good Doctor. To Jena. She was much more than a friend these days, and after the advance made to kill her, he found it was his duty to look after her. He owed it to her, to Watson, and to Sherlock. Jonas took a simple, long step back until his back was placed upon the cell wall, though his eyes never left Willa's face.

"No answer of mine will make a difference, let's not pretend that it might." His chin leaned upward a moment and his line of vision moved down the bridge of his nose. "And your marksman," it was more of an educated guess than anything, but still he continued onward, "how is his state of being?" Jonas knew very well of Sebastian Moran. If it had truly been him within Jena's home, how long had he trailed after the two of them? He could be anywhere at anytime. Reincarnation made a dangerous man absolutely lethal, and he would not be underestimating the idea of Moran any time soon. Especially not in this life.