The days that followed were a blur of strategizing and preparation. Benjamin and Gregory worked tirelessly, coordinating with their network of allies to track Moriarti's movements. Clara felt like a bystander in her own life, her frustration growing with every passing hour.
"I want to help," she said one evening, approaching Benjamin as he pored over a map of the city.
"You are helping," he replied without looking up. "By staying safe."
"That's not enough," Clara insisted. "I can't just sit here while you risk your life."
Benjamin finally looked at her, his expression softening. "Clara, this isn't your fight."
"But it is," she countered. "Moriarti targeted me because of you. I'm already involved."
Benjamin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're brave, Clara. But this world... it's not like yours. It's dark and dangerous, and I don't want it to consume you."
Clara placed a hand on his arm, her resolve unwavering. "I'm not afraid, Benjamin. I trust you to keep me safe. But I also trust myself to stand by your side."