- Will you help me?
- You shouldn’t have been listening.
- I wasn’t. I didn’t need to. That was me talking.
"Look, we have a chance to bury them. All of them. Come on."
“I can’t. I can’t. I’m sorry, I can’t.”
You never felt pain, did you? Why did you never feel pain? We always feel it, Sherlock. BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO FEAR IT. Pain, heartbreak, loss, death, it’s all good. Come on, Sherlock. Just die why don’t you. One little push and off you pop.You’re going to love being dead, Sherlock. No one ever bothers you. Mrs Hudson will cry and mummy and daddy will cry, and The Woman will cry, and John will cry buckets and buckets. You’re letting him down, Sherlock. John Watson is definitely in danger.