[Remorse was useless. Pointless. He had done precisely what he needed to do. Nothing had been without cause. From sending John away to that last phone call to keeping an eye on John after without ever showing himself.
But, try as he might to claim a disconnection with humanity... He could understand the gravity of what he did. He knows how far he crossed the line. He knows he burned his bridges. All for a singular purpose: to stop Moriarty.
He had orchestrated everything to lull Moriarty into thinking he'd won. He had carried it out to save his friends. He had disappeared in case Moriarty was still alive.
But he would not explain himself. Sherlock could not, though, ignore John's concern. He could seem to, certainly. His expression did not shift in the slightest. His wings, though, seemed to settle closer to his back, more relaxed.]
I'd prefer a flat.
[Something in his voice wavered ever so slightly, some hint of... something human:] I'm not fond of hospitals.
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But, try as he might to claim a disconnection with humanity... He could understand the gravity of what he did. He knows how far he crossed the line. He knows he burned his bridges. All for a singular purpose: to stop Moriarty.
He had orchestrated everything to lull Moriarty into thinking he'd won. He had carried it out to save his friends. He had disappeared in case Moriarty was still alive.
But he would not explain himself. Sherlock could not, though, ignore John's concern. He could seem to, certainly. His expression did not shift in the slightest. His wings, though, seemed to settle closer to his back, more relaxed.]
I'd prefer a flat.
[Something in his voice wavered ever so slightly, some hint of... something human:] I'm not fond of hospitals.