"Violin," Sherlock said between verses, Three men, two men, one man--, "And a rigorous musical training."
It was perhaps the only part of his personality at odds with his job that he he was proud of - needed, really - and the loss of his violin suddenly hit him. Of all the things he did not have, in the Capitol, of all the things he should miss from home, his violin left an empty, aching place in his chest.
A place, of course, since emotional, that he completely ignored.
His voice trailed off when he was sure they were no longer being followed, and they were just coming up on the foot of the mountain. "Keep an eye out for somewhere to shelter," Sherlock said, not that he had any confidence in Howard's abilities, but maybe the occupation would suit him better than quantifying Sherlock's musical expertise.
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It was perhaps the only part of his personality at odds with his job that he he was proud of - needed, really - and the loss of his violin suddenly hit him. Of all the things he did not have, in the Capitol, of all the things he should miss from home, his violin left an empty, aching place in his chest.
A place, of course, since emotional, that he completely ignored.
His voice trailed off when he was sure they were no longer being followed, and they were just coming up on the foot of the mountain. "Keep an eye out for somewhere to shelter," Sherlock said, not that he had any confidence in Howard's abilities, but maybe the occupation would suit him better than quantifying Sherlock's musical expertise.