Look at him! [points to motionless Sherlock] He doesn't care! He just cares that he lost his silly stupid game! He's a bloody -
— Donovan, in another accusation of Sherlock being a (budding) serial killer, Burn the Heart Out of You
The TV screen was currently showing footage from Rachel’s funeral. It panned past the urn and flowers to show me standing just beyond Jordan and Sarah, expression blank. As if I was bored by the whole thing. Apathetic about her death. No, worse—as I was holding that blank look. As if I was hiding something. Anger at the yeerks’ defeat, maybe. Glee that Rachel was gone.
“... must ask ourselves,” the voice-over was saying, “what this lack of empathy indicates about the character of this young man...”
Jake stood up, pacing across the floor. “Those bastards!”
“... must ask ourselves,” the voice-over was saying, “what this lack of empathy indicates about the character of this young man...”
Jake stood up, pacing across the floor. “Those bastards!”
— Eleutherophobia: Ghost in the Shell
Cassidy: Tell me what makes someone show up right after her friends all die, acting all cheery like nothing happened.
Undine: What...?
Cassidy: HP's a trusting person, but everyone else can see how wrong it is. How did you really get that pink in your eyes?
Undine: What...?
Cassidy: HP's a trusting person, but everyone else can see how wrong it is. How did you really get that pink in your eyes?
