[The shove disorients him. Physically, it jars the wounds on his body and especially on his wing. He staggers, almost loses his footing, but regains it at the last moment.
Worse than that, though, it shakes him mentally. The anger is understandable, even acceptable. He's revealed that what John went through-- what he put John through-- was to tell a story. "I won't believe you told me a lie." He had told him a great lie, used him for the biggest deception.
But he can't tell John what Moriarty used against him in the end. He can't explain that if he isn't dead, all of them are in danger. If he's nothing more than a ghost, he can destroy Moriarty's web (and the mastermind, if he is still alive) without harm coming to those he would have died to save.]
It had to be done.
[Without explanation... Sherlock knows how hollow those words will be.
But he won't explain them. He can't.
He can only look John in the eye, standing as tall and as firm and as proud as he can manage while he waits for another shove.]
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Worse than that, though, it shakes him mentally. The anger is understandable, even acceptable. He's revealed that what John went through-- what he put John through-- was to tell a story. "I won't believe you told me a lie." He had told him a great lie, used him for the biggest deception.
But he can't tell John what Moriarty used against him in the end. He can't explain that if he isn't dead, all of them are in danger. If he's nothing more than a ghost, he can destroy Moriarty's web (and the mastermind, if he is still alive) without harm coming to those he would have died to save.]
It had to be done.
[Without explanation... Sherlock knows how hollow those words will be.
But he won't explain them. He can't.
He can only look John in the eye, standing as tall and as firm and as proud as he can manage while he waits for another shove.]
I'll do what has to be done.