God, you're such a ponce. You can't go three minutes together without being such a ponce.

Feelings are not a disease that only plagues the lower class, Sherlock, they are what allow real people to live the human experience. They're what everyone besides you and a handful of the prison population has and deals with every day and that doesn't make us weak or stupid - if anything, it makes us stronger. The rest of us can't just decide not to care.

Emotions are messy and complicated and inconvenient. I'm not denying that. But I'd take being genuinely happy and having people to love over an adrenaline rush any day, and if you wouldn't, I feel sorry for you.

[And she does. She honestly does, which is...startling.]