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[voice] - [filtered 90%]

["Alone is what I have. Alone protects me."

"All lives end. All hearts break. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock."

"I will burn the heart out of you."
"I've been reliably informed I don't have one."
"But we both know that's not quite true, don't we?"

Sherlock deposits the butt of the cigarette and doesn't immediately grab another one.

He wants to work. He wants to sleep. Stimulant or depressant. Cocaine or heroin. Something. Something to break out of this... stagnation.

...He still has a vial of potassium cyanide...]

Don't do what?

[And Jim Moriarty is still a threat.]

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