[That...sparks whatever irritation he had put down - and Sholmes, funny, cheerful, silly Sholmes, is suddenly rising his feet with a fury that spikes like a flame.]
Then next time, open your blasted mouth and tell us if you're guilty or not, instead of making us waste precious time on you that could have been used to save that boy!!
Because laying down and allowing everyone to pick you up and send you merrily to the gallows is some fabulous way of doing that? So once again, I ask, Mr. Turner! Were you ready to die? Or did you just give up? Why? Why would you do that?
[He's taking the man by the shoulders to shake him, once.]
Listen to yourself. There are people here who care for you. You might be ten, twenty, or ten thousand years in age. Do you think that matters? Do you think your death will set things right? Self-sacrifice isn't the answer, you dolt! Putting yourself on the train tracks isn't going to stop it from running over other people!
You can't...you can't be passive. Not now. Not when so much is at stake. Do you want to stop people from dying? Then put your money where your mouth is, my dear fellow. Fight. Fight with all your might. You're more than capable of that, I know.
[And then he's drawing back as soon as it happened, and turning away.]
Come along, Irene. [Because as much as he's friendly, goofy, welcoming, deep down, being vulnerable is...something he avoids just as much as Nero does.] Mr. Turner, do think of my words, yes?
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[Frustrated, angry.]
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Then next time, open your blasted mouth and tell us if you're guilty or not, instead of making us waste precious time on you that could have been used to save that boy!!
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Why would you even trust me!
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[He frowns.]
Because laying down and allowing everyone to pick you up and send you merrily to the gallows is some fabulous way of doing that? So once again, I ask, Mr. Turner! Were you ready to die? Or did you just give up? Why? Why would you do that?
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[He's taking the man by the shoulders to shake him, once.]
Listen to yourself. There are people here who care for you. You might be ten, twenty, or ten thousand years in age. Do you think that matters? Do you think your death will set things right? Self-sacrifice isn't the answer, you dolt! Putting yourself on the train tracks isn't going to stop it from running over other people!
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You can't...you can't be passive. Not now. Not when so much is at stake. Do you want to stop people from dying? Then put your money where your mouth is, my dear fellow. Fight. Fight with all your might. You're more than capable of that, I know.
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Fight, huh?
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Fight. There are people who depend on you, Mr. Turner. Do not doom them out of your own urges.
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Before he gives a heavy sigh and nods once.]
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[It's cuddle week, so.]
[With a sigh of relief, he's just moving to embrace him.]
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Come along, Irene. [Because as much as he's friendly, goofy, welcoming, deep down, being vulnerable is...something he avoids just as much as Nero does.] Mr. Turner, do think of my words, yes?
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[A look over his shoulder. The fury has been replaced by something exhausted, watery-eyed.]
People need you.
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Fight for other's...
He's always been better at that than for himself.]