(You're like me says the man who's admitted to killing others to harvest their powers (however that works - though Sherlock's got no doubts at this point that it does, this man is clearly not at all the type to believe in things that don't exist) and Sherlock would object if the truth of it - the similiarities - weren't so obvious. Though Sherlock knows nothing about watch-making or the intricate, inner work of timepieces, he knows the exact moment that the other man finds the flaw, the link, he's been searching for. His face lights up in a triumphant smile and for just a second, it's like looking into a mirror.
How right am I, he asks, looking up at Sherlock and the look in his eyes makes something inside him chime back in recognition. I know you, it says, despite all evidence to the contrary.
Well. )
I don't have to tell you.
( He looks at the watch, at the gears arranged neatly on the table, no need for undue damage, no need for disarray. Yes. That's how it is, despite what others might think - they perceive destruction when in reality, it's a game. A search for what's beyond basic notions like order, chaos, rules. Sherlock leans in closer, observing the shift in the alignment of the tiny, tiny gear, God, the subtlety of it. It's quite beautiful. His voice, when he continues, is full of air: )
Because you abhor what's normal and monotonous, too. That's why you understand.
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How right am I, he asks, looking up at Sherlock and the look in his eyes makes something inside him chime back in recognition. I know you, it says, despite all evidence to the contrary.
Well. )
I don't have to tell you.
( He looks at the watch, at the gears arranged neatly on the table, no need for undue damage, no need for disarray. Yes. That's how it is, despite what others might think - they perceive destruction when in reality, it's a game. A search for what's beyond basic notions like order, chaos, rules. Sherlock leans in closer, observing the shift in the alignment of the tiny, tiny gear, God, the subtlety of it. It's quite beautiful. His voice, when he continues, is full of air: )
Because you abhor what's normal and monotonous, too. That's why you understand.