#🌿004 — nctanthca.🌿

[storyuntrue]

That’s   not   exactly   his   point,   even   if   he   would   have   preferred   a   minimal   number   of   casualties.   Minimal   being   zero,   of   course.   So   John   just   shakes   his   head   dismissing   her   lacking   show   of   empathy   —   considering   he   was   in   the   same   boat   as   her,   the   doctor   had   no   grounds   to   judge   her   for   it.   “I   have   seen   many   deaths,   on   and   outside   of   the   battlefield.   Death   is. . .   it’s   never   easy   to   bear   or   accept.”

The   commiseration   out   of   the   way,   John   shifts   in   his   seat,   subtly   glances   at   the   screen   of   Anthea’s   phone   —   she   might   notice   or   she   might   not;   God   knows   the   woman   barely   picked   took   her   eyes   away   from   that   screen.   “But   what   I   meant   —   what   I   was   trying   to   say   —   that   agent   had   information.   Information   that   he   agreed   to   share   with   us.   Sherlock   and   I   were   supposed   to   meet   him   this   evening.”  

@storyuntrue asked: " oh, that is... that is bad news." / from John !

"Yes, it would seem that way, wouldn't it," the Government's assistant said, barely looking up from her phone as they rode in the car. Sensing his discomfort she sighed, lowering her phone. "It is something that you get used to after a while. I thought you of all people would understand. You saw combat, yes?" Surely he, as a doctor in the military, had seen his share of death in combat. MI5 and MI6 were no different.

She also realised she was sounding a bit like Mycroft and probably Sherlock. Unfeeling. "It is always sad when we lose an agent," she finally said. She was so used to the Holmes men and her job that she doesn't really blink at losing an agent anymore.