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christian malone ⊕ col. sebastian moran (aloadedgun) wrote in thereincarnates,

Christian observed as the Doctor held fast to the Detective's arm. He provided an anchor for her that the Soldier did not understand. He, however, had no problem with this. It was simply an intriguing sight the way they stood as polar opposites to himself and the Professor. How dull their lives were, the inhabitants of 221b. He had seen them in action. Watched them from day to day. Nothing had changed in between their two lives. They had moved back into routine, even despite the fact they could be someone new within a matter of simple seconds. Could Christian feel, he might feel pity for them. Pity that their lives were so fleeting and small. But he had no reason to feel something for the two standing in front of him. None whatsoever.

The Detective did not so much as flinch as he watched Willa speak. He took in her words, and Christian knew at this point he'd taken time to infer several different outcomes to this little party of theirs. What he would never understand was why they did what they did. Why Christian stood by so faithfully when it was obvious his employer was a lunatic. Loyalty was a tricky thing, and in the hands of the wrong person, it could do a good deal of damage. How good, then, that Willa and her companion lived to destroy what they had the rights to.

"That may be," whether he was referring to one female or the other remained to be seen, but his eyes of ice stared down his opponent without a flicker of fear. "Perhaps, then, we should consider this meeting adjourned for the evening," the room was growing tighter, the air harder to circulate. Genius was stuffing out ego, and and Jonas' mind was rolling at speeds he couldn't particularly calculate. "We will see each other soon, I'm sure. I should hope next time you find it within your realm of capability not to capture my companion to call for my attention, Miss Thompson. Your basic needs really ought to be toned back a dial."

Pursing his lips, he steadied Jena and turned to exit the room. "Good evening, Miss Thompson. Colonel." Jonas nodded. Christian grinned.