âThanks for getting me into Moriarty the Patriotâ
Yeah, it doesnât hurt at first, does it?
At first, it seems like a fun drama about some terrible antiheroes. Yay, eat the rich, yay kill all the bad people, itâs fun, itâs dramatic, itâs a bit violent and messy.
Itâs about Moriarty! We know how that ends! The first page of the first panel is William hanging off a cliff at Reichenbach and yelling at Sherlock. We know how this is going to end.
Thatâs fine, he kinda deserves it. Itâll be fun to watch Sherlock defeat him.
And then Baskervilles happens, and we see Louis begging his brother to open up to him. Theyâre getting distant, arenât they? And William reassures him no, no, of course no, weâre together all of the time, arenât we? And Louis asks why he canât help with Williamâs plan, then.
And William draws into himself, tells Louis that no, he wasnât supposed to help, he wanted Louisâs hands free of blood, free to be human enough to survive into the better world William is creating, and as Louis tells William that without you, brother, I am worth nothing, you realizeâoh. Oh, maybe there is some guilt and conflict here.
So we move straight into Moran. Moran, who tells Moneypenny how none of House Moriarty is meant for happy endings. All of them do terrible things, involve themselves in a dark and violent life, and if they have good intentions, well whose the judge of what good intentions are anyway? They can only do what they think is right, and they will end life short and tragic and violently. They will all deserve it, they have all accepted that.
And you realize think, huh, well, thatâs more complicated than I was expecting from a series like thisâŚbut youâre already five volumes in, so you might as well.
And then you get The Two Detectives, which so fun and zero angst, and youâre back into the swing of things! Until William meets Mycroft Holmes and tells him their plan, tells him about Robespierre becoming a tyrant that France united together to defeat, and offers his hand to Mycroft saying Let me be your tyrant. I will save this country as your tyrant. The name Moriarty will go down in infamy and the Moriarties will engineer their demise themselves, and no one else shall ever know of the sacrifice they made of themselves for their country.
Mycroft accepts, knowing that William has chosen Sherlock as his opponent, as his suicide weapon, as his deadlihood.
No one tell Sherlock, they all know. Sherlock wouldnât want to know. Better to keep secrets from him to keep from burdening him with knowledge that would only hurt him. He adores Liam.
Oh, but William adores Sherlock, too, doesnât he? His peer, his equal, this protective man of good heart and disgust for the abuses of those with power.
Such a good opponent for The Crime Lord. Such a perfect mirror, such a light to Williamâs darkness, a hero for the villain.
Isnât he perfect, William wonders?
No one tell Sherlock. He hates when you simply tell him things.
More murder. More death. They make a deal, but Sherlock knows, knows, knows heâs getting deeper, getting tangled in this web he cannot escape from, knows heâs chasing the crime lord and for once, the detective has to stop picking up the pieces afterward, for once the detective has to get ahead.
And so he goes to his brilliant, wonderful friend Liam for help, and chapter thirty one is the best day William âLiamâ James Moriarty has ever had in his young life, a day spent solving mysteries and puzzling out intentions and debating the crime lord and working alongside Sherlock to secure a brighter future if only for a single soul.
And you realize this is all William longs for, all of it, just a simple life as a professor helping kids and solving mysteries in tandem with his equal.
No, heâs the Crime Lord now. He chose his fate. He canât simply abandon it. He has higher purposes, more people to save than himself.
He canât be that selfish.
And then heâs presented with an out, a Knight of Justice trying his damnedest to save the country, to grant it equality through normal means, through legislation, through The Process, and for a moment, you hope. Albert hopes, Louis hopes, Moran hopes, William perhaps hopesâbut no.
No, this Knight of Justice, too, is forced into the darkness of murder and despair and his life becomes a sacrifice for the greater good of the country, too.
And it is all on Williamâs shoulders. And William, like him, knows that he deserves nothing more than a bitter, tragic death, with blood coating his hands so thickly he canât see the skin.
Sherlock Knows. He knows everything.
Time to catch the Crime Lord, Sherlock. Youâre running out of time. The government wants him dead without trial, without evidence. No one will mind. Not if itâs the Crime Lord.
Itâs time to save the Crime Lord.
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