Eliza Holmes is beside her brother as they try to take down James Moriarty, but things always tend to slide around a bit in Sherlock's plans nowadays... --- Enmity, something that will conclude my next action. As I sit back and watch myself take control, I watch the color drain out of James's eyes. Which side was I aiming at? Every time I see Jim one thin turns into another, always resulting in me crying. Our wrangles breaking me each time, just as he wishes.