[ william's eyes widen briefly -- of all the things he had expected albert to say, it isn't this. but this is albert at his most raw, his most honest. instead of stepping away, however, he goes down on one knee by the side of his bed, reaching out to cup that handsome face. ]
You have not lost me, Albert.
[ even if william had ultimately wanted to choose his own death, to escape. even if he had lied to albert for years -- that it wouldn't be all of them destroying the moriarty name. he leans forward, brows knitting. ]
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You have not lost me, Albert.
[ even if william had ultimately wanted to choose his own death, to escape. even if he had lied to albert for years -- that it wouldn't be all of them destroying the moriarty name. he leans forward, brows knitting. ]
My dear brother. I am still yours.