I'm bored 

I'm bored. Let's have dinner. - IA

Sorry I’m not very active John offered to run this account for me but I’d rather the public think I’ve disappeared than think I have the IQ of a hamster

u don't know it but we are in love  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You should get together with Watson.
          From what I've heard he totally likes you.
          I need to remove your drugs again I think.
          Are you on a case?
          -AH

Check your inbox.
          - IA

Hello dear brother. I think you have forgotten i exist in my time in America. It’s me your sister Alexis.
          
          (i rp with the moriarty one as your older sister between you and mycrosoft)
          
          -AH

oh my god you two this is a stupid debate. so stupid i didn’t read the whole thing. (too many words for me co comprehend at this time of night) i really don’t see why you have it make my brain hurt.
          -AH

@TheOfficialMoriarty but in the process, you’ve sacrificed all. You’ve given your queen to save your king, but in the process you've still given your queen. Stripped of most of your wealth, all of your influence, you've none of that to hide behind now, and I have nothing to prevent me from hunting you.
          
          I suppose I could threaten you, tell you what manner of torment I have in store for you, but that would be boring and predictable. It doesn’t contribute the sort of terror that will come to grip you as you sleep. It does nothing to build the sense of dread that will prick at your neck and make your palms slick. It doesn’t make you realize every quivering beat of your heart is measured, numbered. I’ve enjoyed our games, James. Truly. You’re quite the best distraction I’ve ever encountered, as much as it pains me to admit it.
          
          But the games are over.
          
          S.H.

@TheOfficialMoriarty I’m not sure what you’re hoping to achieve by contacting me. I never imagined you a writer of letters, Of course I’m not dead. Don’t be obtuse.
          
          I suppose you get all the marks for realism then, but none for showmanship. “Thank you. Bless you.” What was that rot? Hardly a convincing performance, just you as a whirling madman. Not at all what I came to see. The gunshot itself was done with some cleverness. Hats off to your snipers (the best money can buy, no doubt.) But, as you said once before, killing me that way would have been “obvious.” It stands to reason that you, then, with your inflated sense of self-worth and importance, wouldn’t be able to tolerate dying a simple death, the kind of death I’d have never left Baker Street to investigate.
          
          You’ve underestimated me, James. It’s a rare slip for you.
          
          You are correct. I am far away from Mycroft, from London, from the Yard, and, yes, from John, but you misunderstand what that means for you. Morals and mores have always been a gentle type of tedium. And now, the few people who have stood before me, restraining me from the worst of myself are gone from me. I was able to compete with you despite their influence, and now? Now, there’s nothing to stop me. You’re a man who ultimately values his own skin, and I’m one with nothing to lose that hasn’t already been lost to me. If I die? Well, what of it? The damage has well and truly been done. I’m already damned, James.
          
          You ask me why I didn’t squirrel John away, why I didn’t let him into the fold. You’re right, part of it is for his protection, but not all. He is safe in London, and though mourning me, he will survive. He may not forgive me, but he will live, and that is a victory. In fact, better he is there. He would not like the man I am about to become. He is brave and willing, but he is not equipped for this fight.
          
          And, make no mistake that’s what it is. It’s not frilly, little games of chance and skill. You have me where you want me, yes-