It's a beautiful country - in the countryside, at least. And London has many stately buildings and the fog that rolls in and blankets everything so that your surroundings look as if they are in a dream.

[He definitely sounds nostalgic, and one of the butterflies Roland reached for flutters over to land on his shoulder once he sits down next to Moriarty.]

Paris is also beautiful - that, at least, I remember, though at the time I did not have the right state of mind to appreciate it.

[That brings a small, mirthless smile.]

Ah, listen to me! I'm no doubt bringing down the mood significantly, hm? But I suppose that is what happens with age. Ah, such is life...

[...Like this, he almost seems like one of the butterflies flying around - fragile and ephemeral, a life that is there for only the briefest of moments.]