[ That’s exactly what Moran is: a stooge who’s built himself up in his head to be just a little more than what he actually is. Someone along the line had once titled him “the second most dangerous man in London”. He took that title to heart, and to offense—after all, surely he was the most dangerous man in London.
The fact of the matter is, he was always just as disposable as anyone else in the Firm. He just lasted longer than most of the others. That’s fine; he needn’t worry too much about blaming his current predicament on Moriarty now that he’s no longer on the payroll. ]
Ah, my good man, there’s no need to feel so intimidated.
[ He merely smiles as the bag is snatched away. He feels no desire to put up a fuss about it. It’s nothing he wishes to steal, and he doesn’t feel particularly threatened. If it should come to that, fists are a good enough weapon as any. ]
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The fact of the matter is, he was always just as disposable as anyone else in the Firm. He just lasted longer than most of the others. That’s fine; he needn’t worry too much about blaming his current predicament on Moriarty now that he’s no longer on the payroll. ]
Ah, my good man, there’s no need to feel so intimidated.
[ He merely smiles as the bag is snatched away. He feels no desire to put up a fuss about it. It’s nothing he wishes to steal, and he doesn’t feel particularly threatened. If it should come to that, fists are a good enough weapon as any. ]
Shivs are hardly my style as it is.