Dear Jim,

It feels weird just calling you 'Jim'. I always called you 'sir', or 'boss'. Then again, at my time of writing this, I don't know what future me will call you.

You'll get this when I die. There's no...point to this, you can burn it. I won't be able to care.

You are the most brilliant man I knew. However long I worked for you, it was an honour and possibly the best work I ever got.

Wow. I sounded like a suck up when I was a bit younger, eh? Anyway...here's the sappy part. Skip it if you want.

These are just things I wanted you to know.

I love you. With every part of whatever is left of my heart...I love you. It sounds mad, but in moments of my sheer madness, my darkest hours...I'd find a memory of your voice. It calmed me, saved me from myself. I wanted to thank you for that.

You are the only person who I was fine with calling me 'tiger'. With you it felt right- because I was your tiger.

Even in death, my loyalty lies to you. I want that on my tombstone, prick. 'Loyal sniper- only to Jim Moriarty'.

Since you like to pull off the impossible...please bury me next to my mother. She's buried on my 'family's' graveyard. Its behind the bloody mansion I had to call home.

And...please, look after my real family for me.

Alex (my daughter), and Severin (brother). If you're worried about the younger ones...don't be. Severin can look after them all.

I don't know. But please, as a final request from your moron...look after them.

Especially Severin. Gods- my older brother has been through too much shît. My death will break him.

And you- you better not crash everything down because I'm gone. You better keep the criminal business going.

You better make people remember my name.

Sebastian Moran. Unless I...nevermind.

You can be a complete arse at times.

You could be almost sweet at times.

Then again, I could be too.

Then again, that was why I liked you so bloody much.